WHY?: This is for them male lyrical perps
who want to enter the squared circle with an old pale urkle
Working birkenstocks with socks kid
But still pulling all the lurking working girls nad hot chicks
Gold watch on your wrist, all pissed,
watching me fold any chance you might of had at a tryst
like what's this? Hey kids, this song's not for profits,
Like all but locust honey, long walking and God is
Or it is and that's funny, to be rapping for money,
so which is or which isn't it?
If it ain't dick to make I'll rock my fake batch of syphilis which is strictly for pity,
but boy it ain't pretty, the faux rash on my breast plate.
I'd ask if this pay sbut upper class and rich say
broach no cash on a mix-tape,
it's gauche and that shows distaste.
My good tongue displaced and replaced by a hood one
like men and mice is in these times of economic crisis

I ain't rappin' for money

Doseone: This is for them young male lyrical perps
who volley aimless and anxious tween unwell women and works,
With a less than rent to they merc,
And an ant on they shirt.
Ain't nothin perf, cept for death vertex and pre-Cambrian earth
But that depends (why wouldn't it?) on the caliber of your friends
And whether you garden lightly in the feeding of men,
Where kids had did sing songs not for profits,
Like all bu locust, honey long walking and god is,
Or it is and that's funny-
Like rapping for money,
So which is or which isn't it?
You flashing flint for a tongue, hair a choir of wicks that's lit,
Or just like your sedatives sung and a derivative hip,
Shit, I prefer my bezels a bundle of dysfunction and thunder,
Their poems bones a certain something to cover,
Ain't a more significant others
with which I'd rather fail a mother,
As each our own proverbial suns, our good tongues
replaced by hood ones, and then spun,
where mics is hung in these times of crisis...

I ain't rappin for God
I ain't rappin for pity
I ain't rappin for profits
I ain't rappin for chicks
I ain't rappin for others
I ain't rappin for money
I ain't rappin for money


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    General Commenthey, out of the lyrics booklet, with spelling corrected:

    WHY?: This is for them male lyrical perps
    who want to enter the squared circle with an old pale urkle
    Working birkenstocks with socks kid
    But still pulling all the lurking working girls nad hot chicks
    Gold watch on your wrist, all pissed,
    watching me fold any chance you might of had at a tryst
    like what's this? Hey kids, this song's not for profits,
    Like all but locust honey, long walking and God is
    Or it is and that's funny, to be rapping for money,
    so which is or which isn't it?
    If it ain't dick to make I'll rock my fake batch of syphilis which is strictly for pity,
    but boy it ain't pretty, the faux rash on my breast plate.
    I'd ask if this pay sbut upper class and rich say
    broach no cash on a mix-tape,
    it's gauche and that shows distaste.
    My good tongue displaced and replaced by a hood one
    like men and mice is in these times of economic crisis

    I ain't rappin' for money

    Doseone: This is for them young male lyrical perps
    who volley aimless and anxious tween unwell women and works,
    With a less than rent to they merc,
    And an ant on they shirt.
    Ain't nothin perf, cept for death vertex and pre-Cambrian earth
    But that depends (why wouldn't it?) on the caliber of your friends
    And whether you garden lightly in the feeding of men,
    Where kids had did sing songs not for profits,
    Like all bu locust, honey long walking and god is,
    Or it is and that's funny-
    Like rapping for money,
    So which is or which isn't it?
    You flashing flint for a tongue, hair a choir of wicks that's lit,
    Or just like your sedatives sung and a derivative hip,
    Shit, I prefer my bezels a bundle of dysfunction and thunder,
    Their poems bones a certain something to cover,
    Ain't a more significant others
    with which I'd rather fail a mother,
    As each our own proverbial suns, our good tongues
    replaced by hood ones, and then spun,
    where mics is hung in these times of crisis...

    I ain't rappin for God
    I ain't rappin for pity
    I ain't rappin for profits
    I ain't rappin for chicks
    I ain't rappin for others
    I ain't rappin for money
    I ain't rappin for money


    the end they are kind of spliced together, and the chorus usually is just spliced from the verses so the words aren't new (or particularly important if you ask me)



    The last part they're kind of mixed together
    sandrineeliseon December 30, 2009   Link
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    General CommentThis song is so catchy, I love it!
    frostbite98on April 11, 2010   Link
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    General Commentwhat's an urkle
    Phonophobeon March 17, 2011   Link

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