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Donny Goines lyrics : "What U Expected"

[Verse 1:]
I'm not underground and far from a hipster
I don't backpack, my bars like a mixture

Of old schcool on the pro tools throwing my fists up
I'm revoluntary - but ya'll rappers mixed up


And don't confuse with those, cause I am looney with flows
'In-sane when I screw in these bolts
Raps Frankinstien, I had change ta Hyde

Yes I'm monster, my frame of mind

-Is unlike you others who utter friviolus bars

Dancing on stage to those ridicouls songs
But the people got me, so they won't listen ta ya'll
Now let me tell you !@*@ers - what the differecnes are


For one my flows sick, but yours in good health
My records and selling out, while others on wood shelves

I ghostwrite for artists, your someone I could help
What the $#&@ you expected, let the hook tell


[Verse 2:]
I'm on fire, ya'll ^!$$%s are warming up
It's time ta put em outta of business, board em up

You think you know a bette rapper, then call em up
And I'm make sure you feel stupid you brought it up


Cause weak artists are no match, they sub par
$#&@ ya'll, back in the days I woulda snuffed ya'll
And these rappers are always spitting those tough bars

But who the $#&@ really believe, this punks hard

Nobody in right mind, you sniffin on white lines

If you think $#&@in with my ryhmes
Outta this world, my music's in sci-fi
And I will be a legend but for you it's bye-bye


Say Adios, au revior
And if you think I'm bull%#@!ting let's go bar for bar

The bottomline is, ya'll are barred
What the $#&@ you expected, my songs are hard


[Verse 3:]
With Goines on microphone and Static on the beat
Ya'll know it's a problem, when rapping I'm a beast

The song are obsurd, when they tracking what I speak
You can hear Frahakhan, yes I pratice what I preach


So they priase the God, a cult following
People think I'm wise when I rhyme, quote Solomon
The pope honors him- Verbal Vacitin

Sometimes it's over head for the public ta Fathom it

So I drop the I.Q, I.E

Dumb it down, I am no Lupe when I scribe these
The labels narrowed your vision like eyes of chinese
So I choose my words carefully whenever I speak


Cause the media can you make you look foolish
So I keep my constraints, but I'm able ta lose it

And what I bring to the table is proven
What the $#&@ you expected, be gratful it's music

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