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Why I'm Not a Rappa
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Surf beats with Rap MC paying out on rap music.
lee coulter leecoultercom
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Lee Coulter - incredible new independant singer songwriter producer. Often described as a more versitile Jack Johnson. You'll never hear a more impressive sel
"Imaginative, original, provocative and universally relatable smart-pop." Taxi.com Lee Coulter is a young yet accomplished singer songwriter and producer from Australia, busting his guts in the US to get his well deserving sound recognized.
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Rock • Surf Rock
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#27,245 today Peak #353
#420 in subgenre Peak #10
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Lee Coulter 100%
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Lee Coulter 2005
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April 30, 2005
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I used to admire rappers like 2pac but more recently I was watching all these rap songs on MTV just realising how easy and pathetic the music is. I produce a lot and knew I could write and produce something sounding just as good (even better) in less than a day. So I did.
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WHY I’M NOT A RAPPER You know it makes me sick how I can drop a kick Slap down a wicky wick and I got a hit Yeah me and music could be cheese and chalk But I can sell records if I walk the walk You know it makes me sick when I’m makin beats I know they ain’t gonna take if I ain’t from the streets Ain’t a beat still a beat if I ain’t packin heat Or need a fifty man crew just to feel complete You know it makes me wanna throw up they really gotta grow up They’re acting like kids every joint they show up Say they don’t give a *@#% but just wanna impress How they pose in their clothes with their hoes underdressed I guess they must have missed the feminist movement I thought treating women like people was a damn improvement Can't praise the lord when you win an award Then swing around and sing about the bitches you scored Now I ain’t political but it’s a little hypocritical So easy to ridicule it’s getting so pitiful You can’t say peace then promote segregation Discrimination and adulteration Now I’m making up words but you gotta understand I know it’s absurd but it’s in demand I’m ashamed to sound the same but I ain’t in the game If I write the right letters when I spell my name You know it makes me sick how I can drop a kick Slap down a wicky wick and I got a hit Yeah me and music could be cheese and chalk But I can sell records if I walk the walk Yeah I can sell records with the #%@* I talk Yo it makes me queasy how it’s just so easy But it’s not hip-hop if I don’t graffiti Though I make you dance I got no chance at all If I never sprayed something a subway wall Or if I’m compelled to let my clothes fit me well What the hell I’m gonna do with an XXL Does it make my tracks whack like they lack something phat That’s phat with a “P” now what’s up with that When every word I’ve heard in all the songs they play Begin with an “F” and end in “UCK” Yo you see they got nothing smart to say Encouraging the ways of bad yesterdays Cos I’m the king of composing and I can sing But it don’t mean a thing if I ain’t bling bling It took a day from scratch to hatch this track And it’s a billion times better than that million-dollar crap You know it makes me sick how I can drop a kick Slap down a wicky wick and I got a hit Yeah me and music could be cheese and chalk But I can sell records if I walk the walk Yeah I can sell records with the @#*% I talk They come in their hordes Playing the same three chords Winning grammy awards For the same three chords Yo know it gives me the malady how you don’t need a melody You just seem to need the themes that keep on offending me In order to succeed do I need to smoke weed, drink, Or make my nose bleed with the life that I lead I don’t drive a fancy car I just play guitar I’ll never wanna be no rap superstar I’m just singing for the kids who can’t shut their eyelids Cos they’re glued to the screen watching obscene vids Cos I prefer to live and get what I give Don’t need to be trippin to be creative What happened to entertainment children playing on the pavement When G’s came in is the day they went It’s malevolence not brilliance I’m hearing on the radio MTV’s playing the same lame video It’s 6-0-0 just to look ghetto I’m not trying to be a prick it just makes me sick You know it makes me sick how I can drop a kick Slap down a wicky wick and I got a hit Yeah me and music could be cheese and chalk But I can sell records if I walk the walk Yeah I can sell records with the @#*% I talk
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