Chief Kamachi - Rap Whore, Pt. 1 lyrics
[Chief Kamachi - Rap Whore, Pt. 1 lyrics]
I love hip-hop but she turned
Into a rap whore
Let all these niggas hit and she
Got just what she asked for
Game all fucked let 'em creep
Thru the back door
Been faithful to this girl but
She’s shaking up my world
I met her early 80's
Hi-top fade and figure-8s
At the Krush Groove premier and
I air like shorty wait
All ciphered up Run DMC, let the mic her up
Couple shows later I seen her and
Tried to wife her up
Four finger ring, she like that kinda stuff
Lady B on the corner, inhaled the ganja puff
Dressed kinda rough but see if
I can rhyme enough
Gave her couple bars she laughed
And said my time was up
Early in the game, said I was too young
Kool Herc gave her the work
Had her too sprung he passed her off so the
Youngsters can hit her
Baddest bitch in the game get
To pick her to liter
Ten boxes of Shelltoes hoping they fit her
They don't love her like I do
Left the relationship bitter
A lot of niggas got mad when
She strolled in the church
And married the first white boy MC Serch
Had a couple of affairs with
Rick and the Beasties
They was fuckin’ her first
Said them fellas were priestly
Time shifting
This LA player had her mind lifted
His name was Ice T gave
Shorty the grind gifted she met Dre when she
Was chillin' and partying
Pac was a little young then
But still was her guardian
Coast to coast making the musical surge
When she's back home in the Bronx
Like to take her to splurge
She ain't faithful enough, homie
But the beat and the words
Started fucking with the Gods
Take your Indian herbs
Went Underground and her life really got grim
Pregnant by KRS, blamed the baby on Rakim
Traveled the overseas and then she got wise
Left in 93 and that's right
After she dropped Nas
Addicted to the life, look at her wrist glist
Puff introduced
Now she's Christopher's mistress
Loved her forever, won't leave her in awe
Number one, the greatest emcee on the wall
Into a rap whore
Let all these niggas hit and she
Got just what she asked for
Game all fucked let 'em creep
Thru the back door
Been faithful to this girl but
She’s shaking up my world
I met her early 80's
Hi-top fade and figure-8s
At the Krush Groove premier and
I air like shorty wait
All ciphered up Run DMC, let the mic her up
Couple shows later I seen her and
Tried to wife her up
Four finger ring, she like that kinda stuff
Lady B on the corner, inhaled the ganja puff
Dressed kinda rough but see if
I can rhyme enough
Gave her couple bars she laughed
And said my time was up
Early in the game, said I was too young
Kool Herc gave her the work
Had her too sprung he passed her off so the
Youngsters can hit her
Baddest bitch in the game get
To pick her to liter
Ten boxes of Shelltoes hoping they fit her
They don't love her like I do
Left the relationship bitter
A lot of niggas got mad when
She strolled in the church
And married the first white boy MC Serch
Had a couple of affairs with
Rick and the Beasties
They was fuckin’ her first
Said them fellas were priestly
Time shifting
This LA player had her mind lifted
His name was Ice T gave
Shorty the grind gifted she met Dre when she
Was chillin' and partying
Pac was a little young then
But still was her guardian
Coast to coast making the musical surge
When she's back home in the Bronx
Like to take her to splurge
She ain't faithful enough, homie
But the beat and the words
Started fucking with the Gods
Take your Indian herbs
Went Underground and her life really got grim
Pregnant by KRS, blamed the baby on Rakim
Traveled the overseas and then she got wise
Left in 93 and that's right
After she dropped Nas
Addicted to the life, look at her wrist glist
Puff introduced
Now she's Christopher's mistress
Loved her forever, won't leave her in awe
Number one, the greatest emcee on the wall