Chris Webby

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Not Like Me

If you're in need of a ghost writer

Not like me

You choke up when you're in the cypher

You're not like me

If you're not constantly dropping fire

You're not like me

Naw naw dude, you're not like-

See Web been big in the game like Shaq O'Neal

Way before I even had no deal

Tune to the broadcast in my Bat-Mobile

And think; Damn, really this is the rap ya'll feel?

The standard has gotten so low, I don't even know

They sellin' out shows and rap about nothing

So now every regular Joe, picks up the mic and they think they can flow

"Wait, all I gotta do is get a couple tats and talk about ass, and titties, and cash?

Hmmm, that doesn't sound hard, ya know what man, I think I'm going to rap" fuck that

They get a laptop with a pro tools pack, spit something' whack

The next big smash, hit number one with the same old trash the last dude did

And we call it rap

What else can I do but say fuck it

I'm really not mad at the rapper for making it

But I get mad at the people who keep up the cycle

Buy into this garbage on iTunes and pay for it

So uhh, if you really wanna save hip-hop, better take your pick

Either support what's real, or get used to the same old shit

So many people trying to do it, I can't keep up with the names

Just a bunch of carbon copies and they shit is all the same

But regardless of how many other rappers in the game

All I know is that I'll promise one thing

They not like me

No matter where the hands on the clock might be

It's my time, so check up on your watch my G

All I need is gym shorts and a stock white t, fuck swag

I'm gonna show you why they not like me

I've had it with rap, ya'll rappers are whack

All that I'm hearing is stacking up cash, and strippers, and bottles, and fatness of ass

Who's fucking buying this crap

So I'm giving you all something new, the shit I do

Ain't never been seen by a kid like you

Inked up white dude with an attitude, hate on, I ain't mad at you

But just check my shoes, I'm a just do it, do what I do

Making this music, drinking my booze, smoking my Buddha

Shit I'm the truth, fuck all your rumors

Fuck you all doing, really what happened

Only a hand full of people are rappin'

Nobody is worried about being dope on the mic

They focusing more on their fashion

Ya'll ain't no emcees yelling about that life, ya'll just frontin'

So I've been sent here to remind you of something

That there's

They not like me