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"Kansas City (Missouri)" is a track by Pure Dope, from the album Will Get You Higher, released 1992. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[Intro] Yes, you've got it, it's the muthafuckin' Pure Dope posse Can we familiarize that with you niggers? Comin' up on the mic is the motherfucking Philster Bust that shit, G [Verse 1: The Philsta'] As I enter the perimeter of an Icy Roc production Comin' The Philsta, I'm [?] without question, I start bustin' In the audio lyrical tango for the niggas that know that my shit is so dope and I'm coverin' every angle Pure dynamic, I'm [?] keepin' up Because you don't even speak the language Articulation with 'nough [?] is how I bang it Cover me Fix while I rap [?] that co-sproduced a bombs [?] Loose on so go on and buy my shit Down muthafuckas out in Kansas City are next to what I'm stressin' Yo boy's tape is shitty as a muthafucka Ayo, the beats is wack, his DJ's a fuckin' joke, and The nigga can't even rap, so I decided to give him a [?] And he "soundin' like a punk" So I said fuck that, I can't let him disgrace where I'm from So we schemed and dreamed and the plan was grand then Whenever I drop my shit, I bet my life is slim 'Cause these niggas is fakes, and they ballin' y'all And that [Chorus] Rapper probably wasn't really a rapper at all Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri [Verse 2] Our things about to turn up on Kansas City down with This nigga named Bob, a.k.a. a wordsmith A fatherless nigga who always drinks a lot And plus, I'm schemin' and dreamin' I'm fillin' my pockets with the fat knot What would I do if Icy Roc had no thing? As I guess I linger down on the corner with the drum singers But thank God, he's blessed with all the shit So we can make a hit to slam on a funky bitch Don't even trip on a voice, I'm thinking sexy And hold on to your girl, 'cause she wants to get next to me And for your crew, they won't run up, G You couldn't melt those muthafuckas and pour they punk ass on me And for you, I wouldn't even try to bother Before you be gagged and tied and dropped off in some water And your DJ, he scratches as if his wrist was twisted And the rest of your boys, they straight sound like bitches So if you wanna do me a favour, just "lick the balls" And the- [Hook] Rapper probably wasn't really a rapper at all Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri [Verse 3] Off like a mouth once again comes a brother who mastered the skill And a brother they bein' a criminal [?] Cover your fuckin' mouth and contemplate what to do now [?] product [?] 50 key to flame and boo-yow The only way to walk in [?] The reason it took so long is because [?] my soda in it I hooked up with the [?] 'cause if anyone did then he knows He said "Liquify, solidify, let it dry and there you go" As the newfound information was analyzed I saw what he meant right before my eyes The unity that the family represent disappeared The ones who done it didn't give a fuck Should've whooped your ass for stealing a hundred sixty bucks (Goddamn right) As for your family your nigga and your friend He ran Iceberg Slim but didn't take the time to comprehend 'Cause if you did you wouldn't have went for the [?], Jack You peeped the true colors [?] And you still went back in the contract? Ho ass nigga, how you [?] that If I wanted to get technical, I'd tell you to give my lyrical skill back And you might try to defend yourself by saying "how can he say?" I'd [?] "you wanna know how?" 'Cause I done browsed through your notebook And while I was looking through it, let me tell you what I was seeing Seven percent [?] of the ninety three was me And it's expressly manifested from the one them call And that- [Hook] Rapper probably wasn't really a rapper at all Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri [Verse 4: Tech N9ne] [?] just to bust some lyrics about them niggas who rap In Kansas City It's on because I've been wanting to do some shit like this for so long, and now A nigga from the Midwest is 'bout to give these sorry so-called rappers a TEC-9 to the chest Now this is how they approach ya: You probably get to niggas in the [?] within the group You know that one of them raps, then walk up to you and say "Yo, I know that my homie can fuck you up on the flow" And so I take 'em to [?] that's closed in So when I beat on my chest and say my rhyme it makes it so good that I get their eyes open, them niggas, they tripped They heard "You stutter steppin' muthafucka, you!" And they flipped, but that ain't even the half of the shit When I got to breakin' 'em off, ayo they laughed at this shit But yo, we steadily kickin' lyrics with this posse and all But that muthafucka [Chorus] Wasn't really a rapper at all Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri [Verse 5: Ray-Dee] Since this is the last verse, I take the time to remains the tough About those so-calledld raps or slashin' the [?] That get on the stage and bust some shit [?] while they dick is [?] But let niggas like us throw a shit for these hoes The press'll be bitching about the image we hold They say it's just too negative [?] the punks [?] who try to hang where we live See, you never see me on a stage running, man [?] Just come out with a [?] commit suicide And that dope or that pure shit that'll leave you begging for more And only those that like hardcore will [?] record store [?] pick up a [?] finally release And you will be thoroughly disgusted If you're expecting to hear "Increase The Peace", I turn the .36 And I saw nothing but [?] so I tell [?] and Fix to watch that shit And begin to cuss and fuss 'em Leave with a [?] dead president [?] [?] dissing them man, uh huh, I'm just letting y'all know that Where I come from it's never hammer time down in the ghetto And if somebody told you that they straight balling, y'all And that- [Chorus] Rapper probably wasn't really a rapper at all Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri
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