Contribute on Bandcamp: https://nonelikejoshua.bandcamp.com/album/23-styles-of-rapping A montage of all the rap styles I know. Thanks for the Comment, Like, and for Sharing! ► Follow Me! Contribute to My Music: http://patreon.com/nonelikejoshua My 7000+ Sample Vocal Pack: http://goo.gl/Po6nkq Download All My Music & Merch: http://nonelikejoshua.com Facebook: http://facebook.com/nonelikejoshua Soundcloud: http://soundcloud.com/nonelikejoshua Lyrics: Why am I yellin at this volume? Like I’m telling it off a bad script in a small room? – Society’s Problem Do you know why? Do you know why? I’ll tell you why – I don’t know. Too Deep I’m better than you I’m sweatier than you I’m hotter than you I’m smarter than you I fart more than you do I’m more racist than you more homophobic than you Even though I sound like Dr. Seuss I’m the best rapper rockin a tracksuit I will call you out if your rhymes are wack White people were like, “hey yo let me try that!” I grew up in suburbia, no I won’t murder ya but I will challenge you to a game of tennis! And let you win From New York to Cali To the bloods and crips Man fuck all the pigs selling drugs with clips I’m violent Terrifying places I reside in in these times the gangstas just lying Saw their face on Scared Straight and crying. Then they tattooed the tears Pump in the gym Get on the dance floor Break it down break it down on the dance floor Shake your booty on the dance floor Unless you’re in aerobics class Yeah I smoke with your mother Like we’re brothers in a commune Don’t say bad things, unless you got a problem With my hair or with my smell… I never popped my cherry before I got married Please stop, I’m wary if your Potter is Harry Marriage is defined between a straight man and a woman cause If it’s legalized, I’d hold hands with the groomsman Baptized in a lake that’s holier than yours, duh Satanists and pagans pray for rain in California Yeah I’m so fuckin angry that I want to kill myself I fuckin hate my parents and I hate my school even though they want to help me get a job My dead family thinks that I’m a joke so I cut off their limbs, and slit all their throats I’m just kidding, they’re living I rap about my dreams and hopes Internally rhymin every line that I’ve ever written Always violently describing all the times I’m with women The only 90’s white rapper never been inside a prison Back then, I used to make fun of the pop stars and celebrity children All you got to do is yell OKAY this is what they listen to in jail Say what?! Do this dance yo It’s only gonna last a month Cause this song needs more autotune Girl, I’m a sang to you. You ain’t got to worry about a thang my boo. I got all this money from my bar mitzvah. Oh yeah, and from Degrassi too Oil companies Tax the rich Defense contractors Tax the rich Corporations Tax the rich Government Wait, don’t tax me bitch There’s a toaster on the goose while I’m stroking on the fruits Poking holes in the roots of the helicopter sinking your velociraptor’s drinking marmalade with the crunchy tails If you don’t understand, then you’re not smart Got the girls ridin in the back of the tractor Just as misogynistic as the other rappers But the audience is happier I’m not blacker Don’t call me cracker, you racist asshole Rap about a VG, anime, no CDs or MP3s, I’m down with that .OGG lossless when I record in my PC Master race. We drinkin brewskies with the bros I’m a pro with the beer pong getting the tail Smokin on a cig, no inhale freshman girls start showin their vage Then we’re goin to bang And it better be consensual! Yo I’m from West London Soundin like Pygmalion with a crumpet I don’t think you understand me I’m the Prime Minister of the drum n bass beat I’m a gangsta where guns are banned If you a wanka, I’ll hit you with a pan Seriously, we will beat the bloody shit out of you if you talk bollocks about our soccer team Why – am I – rappin – like I – couldn’t – even – breathe? All I rap about is pussy – money – weed Rappin in triplets, I’m rappin in triplets I don’t need a man, but I’ll make a love song Money in the bank, fake butt in a thong - fuck skinny bitches, I eat em for breakfast then he does the dishes no I don’t do dishes just rhymed the same word: repetition It’s a Flo Rida, Pitbull song That a ghost writer wrote cause this shit’s so dumb Yeah we gonna get drunk in the club On the bub, let me rub on your butt With the nub in my pants 22 spit it in front of you, different a minute beginning in chronological order but did I miss it? I’m kidding Where you can comment it below, the Like: you hit it you can always share the video subscribe to me if you didn’t - Rappin about everything that you would listen to when you’re chillin So I’m NLJ, and now I’m finished

• published: 12 Jun 2015
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