Not A Rapper by Kyle Spear [Artist] Lyrics
NARRATOR
(So what you’re telling me is that I need to make a song to tell everyone I’m Not A Rapper?, well, what the fuck is this whole CD about?, that’s what I’m doing, rapping, I’m a rapper!..)
I.V
(No, you’re not a rapper, you sing but you’re not a singer, you mix but you’re not a mixer & you rap but you’re not a rapper, since you’re obviously high on more than just the Nostalgia bud thinking you’re ‘real’ you might as well release something that’s real for once..)
NARRATOR
(Y’know what?, fuck you man..)
[INTRO]
I’m Not A Rapper, I’m not that good.. (not that good..)
I just adapt to be understood.. (to be understood..)
I’m not an artist, I just sing for fun.. (just for fun..)
I was never meant to be the one.. (the one, the one, the one, the one..)
[VERSE 1]
Learned I could rap, it must’ve been 2012, hot in the summer in mom’s garage where I used to dwell, a friend of mine was rhyming, I was enticed & we put together some verses on a laptop & a busted mic, we hit record & it struck a chord in me when I’d spoken, a streak of years of quiet & shyness suddenly broken, was always “Emo kid” or “He don’t fit” or “Why’s he silent?”, teachers like “Neat-o kid, you oughta publish what you’re writing”..
[HOOK]
Goddamn, I’m not sure of who I am.. (who I am..)
This music shit I do was unplanned..
Goddamn, since you might misunderstand.. (misunderstand..)
I’m no artist, rapper or musician.. (no musician..)
[VERSE 2]
So putting my words over instrumentals was exciting, I felt so lifted & invigorated, high & mighty, I kept recording & writing til morning almost nightly, the liquor, weed & women never had trouble to find me, my life was brighter, I became a songwriter, wow!, I put an EP on a CD & handed it out, never thought that anyone would listen, just look at me now, I just realized they’re listening, damn, I said that shit out loud?..
Stepped back & noticed in the aftermath of Otis I was desperate to create so maybe rap was my escape but on the track I’d just relate to all the other kids my age, not like I really lived the life I claimed, I changed my name to Cookie thinking it was joking, I’m no rapper, I’m a poser, supposed to be a lonely nerd & a constant smoker, I’m mediocre at rapping, singing & mixing music so go ahead & just pigeonhole me for what I’m doing..
[HOOK]
Goddamn, I’m not sure of who I am.. (who I am..)
This music shit I do was unplanned.. (ooo..)
Goddamn, since you might misunderstand.. (misunderstand..)
I’m no artist, rapper or musician.. (no musician..)
NARRATOR
(Ok, so what the fuck was the point in that?!, like, everybody probably thinks I’m a retard..)
I.V
(& by ‘everybody’ you mean all 5 of your listeners, right?..)
NARRATOR
(Man, y’know what?, fuck you, I’m so sick of your shit dude..)
I.V
(Here, just spark this up & let's move on to the next fucking song, ok?, quit being a little bitch about it..)
NARRATOR
(Alright dude fucking give me that shit & just shut up.., what the fuck man?!.., goddamn dude, this shit’s a lot fucking stronger than last time man.., oh fuck, I feel like..)
(So what you’re telling me is that I need to make a song to tell everyone I’m Not A Rapper?, well, what the fuck is this whole CD about?, that’s what I’m doing, rapping, I’m a rapper!..)
I.V
(No, you’re not a rapper, you sing but you’re not a singer, you mix but you’re not a mixer & you rap but you’re not a rapper, since you’re obviously high on more than just the Nostalgia bud thinking you’re ‘real’ you might as well release something that’s real for once..)
NARRATOR
(Y’know what?, fuck you man..)
[INTRO]
I’m Not A Rapper, I’m not that good.. (not that good..)
I just adapt to be understood.. (to be understood..)
I’m not an artist, I just sing for fun.. (just for fun..)
I was never meant to be the one.. (the one, the one, the one, the one..)
[VERSE 1]
Learned I could rap, it must’ve been 2012, hot in the summer in mom’s garage where I used to dwell, a friend of mine was rhyming, I was enticed & we put together some verses on a laptop & a busted mic, we hit record & it struck a chord in me when I’d spoken, a streak of years of quiet & shyness suddenly broken, was always “Emo kid” or “He don’t fit” or “Why’s he silent?”, teachers like “Neat-o kid, you oughta publish what you’re writing”..
[HOOK]
Goddamn, I’m not sure of who I am.. (who I am..)
This music shit I do was unplanned..
Goddamn, since you might misunderstand.. (misunderstand..)
I’m no artist, rapper or musician.. (no musician..)
[VERSE 2]
So putting my words over instrumentals was exciting, I felt so lifted & invigorated, high & mighty, I kept recording & writing til morning almost nightly, the liquor, weed & women never had trouble to find me, my life was brighter, I became a songwriter, wow!, I put an EP on a CD & handed it out, never thought that anyone would listen, just look at me now, I just realized they’re listening, damn, I said that shit out loud?..
Stepped back & noticed in the aftermath of Otis I was desperate to create so maybe rap was my escape but on the track I’d just relate to all the other kids my age, not like I really lived the life I claimed, I changed my name to Cookie thinking it was joking, I’m no rapper, I’m a poser, supposed to be a lonely nerd & a constant smoker, I’m mediocre at rapping, singing & mixing music so go ahead & just pigeonhole me for what I’m doing..
[HOOK]
Goddamn, I’m not sure of who I am.. (who I am..)
This music shit I do was unplanned.. (ooo..)
Goddamn, since you might misunderstand.. (misunderstand..)
I’m no artist, rapper or musician.. (no musician..)
NARRATOR
(Ok, so what the fuck was the point in that?!, like, everybody probably thinks I’m a retard..)
I.V
(& by ‘everybody’ you mean all 5 of your listeners, right?..)
NARRATOR
(Man, y’know what?, fuck you, I’m so sick of your shit dude..)
I.V
(Here, just spark this up & let's move on to the next fucking song, ok?, quit being a little bitch about it..)
NARRATOR
(Alright dude fucking give me that shit & just shut up.., what the fuck man?!.., goddamn dude, this shit’s a lot fucking stronger than last time man.., oh fuck, I feel like..)