Staplers in Paris

By Clean Edit

Released on November 1, 2013

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[Verse 1: Clean Edit]

I'm waiting for the beat drop, we nod

In the faded out socks, never Reebok

I don't sleep much, up in the stu'

On the one and two's I got a verse for you

I got a verse for y'all, it's disastrous

Oh your favorite rapper? I'm smashing him

Stacking all the tracks with the backpack on

Who's this? Edit, let me blast this song

Because he rhymes so hard mother uffers want to find him

Never will I not be trying

All these other rappers lying

Look at the way I'm shining

Been up on the grind and I swore I'm climbing

Give me more tries I was born to dive in

Been around rap since a little lion

So let me pick it up then I started writing


[Verse 2: Clean Edit]

Hold up, where we at?

I was lost in eating snacks

Ate too much now need a nap

Goo goo gaa gaa baby rap and

Still scared to take out the trash

I still get grounded like Alcatraz

And now I'm cool? better doubt it man

But now I'm rapping like around these kids

I'm riding around in my town

Bass up so I'm acting real loud

What's up why you turning around

My stuff ain't as good as it sounds

Now hold up, hold up

Wait till we roll up

Planet of the h so great when we show up

Never gonna hate with the things that we throw up

I'm finna rise up so these lames better hold up


[Verse 3: Clean Edit]

Ima staple your mouth shut

Better tone down when I'm rapping around

I'm losing my mind like a psychopath

Your talking so much better take it back

For sake I'm a snake and I slither real slow

Ready for the mic, you and I, let's go

Never on the ces, UBI let's go

Godimes a beast and they both got flow

So, yo, I think I need to take a break

All these rappers talking (Shh)

But they got nothing good to say

They wanna hate but the hate is what I'm feeding off of

I know they do not believe so i'll be breathing underwater