Clap On by Melvin Burch Lyrics
[Verse]
Yes. I'm a rapper; I don't know what you think one is
But I know what it feels like to be one kid that-
Started! in upper middle class
Bright, energetic, and a tad bit sad, a-
Neurotic! inquisitive, idealistic, misfit, distant, emotional little lad
Strange by definition; way too strange for definition
If you ask me, a little mad
Like a scientist
Or my dad when he found all those cuss words in my pad
Tell me, how would you feel if I told you Lil Wayne is why I started rap?
I already loved to write before that fateful night that Da Drought 3 crashed in my consciousness
But life was starting to get onerous
GPA no longer "honor-ous"
And writing it down was the only thing making any kind of sense
So word after word I would scribe 'til my mind got a hold of itself, and broke from the bind that day-to-day grey would place on my faith to break, rape, and plague me most of the time
I got doper with time... got colder with rhymes
And that coldness showed itself to be my new shoulder to cry on
Ironically enough
Spilled my guts like I threw up in a cup and knocked it over
Eventually, I learned to be more selective and pop a soda
So now I sip Dew and make it do what it does when it's due, never too much, never too much
Like Luther Vandross, here and now I stand tall and hand y'all my heart
However "achey" and "breaky" it may be
Like, Osiris, I feel dead
He said, "Here's a go-ahead"
"Spit with life again"
And that was wordplay, not worship
I'm a wordsmith; peace to Egypt, death to twerkin'
And now I'm just standin' here smirkin', like-
Music is magic; Melvin is Merlin
Yes. I'm a rapper; I don't know what you think one is
But I know what it feels like to be one kid that-
Started! in upper middle class
Bright, energetic, and a tad bit sad, a-
Neurotic! inquisitive, idealistic, misfit, distant, emotional little lad
Strange by definition; way too strange for definition
If you ask me, a little mad
Like a scientist
Or my dad when he found all those cuss words in my pad
Tell me, how would you feel if I told you Lil Wayne is why I started rap?
I already loved to write before that fateful night that Da Drought 3 crashed in my consciousness
But life was starting to get onerous
GPA no longer "honor-ous"
And writing it down was the only thing making any kind of sense
So word after word I would scribe 'til my mind got a hold of itself, and broke from the bind that day-to-day grey would place on my faith to break, rape, and plague me most of the time
I got doper with time... got colder with rhymes
And that coldness showed itself to be my new shoulder to cry on
Ironically enough
Spilled my guts like I threw up in a cup and knocked it over
Eventually, I learned to be more selective and pop a soda
So now I sip Dew and make it do what it does when it's due, never too much, never too much
Like Luther Vandross, here and now I stand tall and hand y'all my heart
However "achey" and "breaky" it may be
Like, Osiris, I feel dead
He said, "Here's a go-ahead"
"Spit with life again"
And that was wordplay, not worship
I'm a wordsmith; peace to Egypt, death to twerkin'
And now I'm just standin' here smirkin', like-
Music is magic; Melvin is Merlin