This is Not a Rap Song

We be rapping this now even though we can sing
Don't feel like using melody, not in this thing
I got lots of words, they're what you heard
I don't care if they all come out crazy absurd

Paul why won't you sing with me
It's more fun when we sing harmonies

Consider this a low rent version of my stuff
Can't afford a melody so instead you get it rough
Rough, dirty, it's all insane
But I don't mean it that way, it's all a crazy game

Dude, why are you playing this game
I like singing my song, but you won't do the same

Yo, I don't get why you're all up in my grill
I thought it would be cool if we got a little more chill
Are my smooth rhymes starting to freak you out? Or are you
Jealous you can't flow like a Half Pints stout

Uh... dude... you don't even drink

That's what I'm sayin', man, all you need to do is rap
Just spit some lyrics out, don't worry 'bout that singing crap
I'm like Nolan Ryan here, throwing 100 mile fast balls
And you're just strumming 4 chords, doing nothing else at all

I like playing guitar and singing my little tune
Our fans might like the hip-hop, sometimes even I do
But this is not a rap song, no it's not

I thought you were going somewhere there for a while
But then you went and dissed me, right in my style
What kinda shit you sayin', how I can't even rap
All the people know I got some skills, and that is fact

Paul, I think you're going mad
Nobody likes this rap thing, it's just a silly fad

Just a fad? Boy, I think you're the one who's cray-zay
Grand Master Flash to Jay-Z, hip-hop is here to stay
From philosophers like Mos Def the young guys like Drake
Mood Ruff, Tribe, and Beastie Boys, give your head a shake

Zeppelin, Stones, and Beatles, to Green Day and U2
They sing songs just like me, and your parents like them, too

Yo, son, why you bringing up my family tree?
My grandma might like Elvis, but she's pushing 83
Shakespeare's centuries old, and he wrote poetry
Now do just like the Bard and come rap with me

I do like Shakespeare, and my shorty likes sonnets
Poetry is good, and if it's sung, then I'm up on it
But this is not a rap song, no it's not

Listen, boy, I don't know what you're looking for
Songs are meant to sing, this rapping is a bore
So sing with me...
Paul won't you sing with me...

This is not a rap song
This is not a rap song
This is not a rap song
This is not a rap song

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Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind

This is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down
I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the Prince of a town called Bel-Air

If you wanna go and take a ride wit me, we're 3-weelin in the 4 with the gold d's
Oh why do I live this way (hey, must be the money)

If you can't take the heat get yo' ass out the kitchen, we're on a mission
Come along and ride on this fantastic voyage

You down with OPP (Yeah you know me), You down with OPP (Yeah you know me)
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me), Who's down with OPP (All the ladies)

No time to get down cause I'm moving up, no time to get down cause I'm moving up
No time to get down cause I'm moving up -- check out the crabs in the bucket

I'm gonna knock you out, mama said knock you out
I'm gonna knock you out, mama said knock you out

This is not a rap song
This is not a rap song
This is not a rap song
This is not a rap song

Now a days, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say, but nothing comes out
When they move they lips, just a buncha gibberish and those fellas act like they forgot Dre

This here's a tale for all the fellas, try to do what those ladies tell us
If you want it, baby you've got it (Just bust a move)

I love girls, girls with curls, girls with heels clickin' up the cobblestones
I love girls, girls for days, kinda girl makes you nod your head sideways

I can't stand it, I know you planned it, I'm gonna set it straight, this Watergate
Listen all y'all it's a sabotage, a sabotage, a sabotage

You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder, get that dirt off your shoulder
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A, that's the anthem, get'cha damn hands up

Work it harder, make it better, do it faster, makes us stronger
N-n-now that that don't kill me, can only make me stronger

This is a throw-down, a show-down, hell no, I can't slow down
This jam is amplified so just glide, and let your backbone slide

This is not a rap song
This is not a rap song
This is not a rap song
This is not a rap song

*Rapper's Delight*

Lyrics and Music by Paul Little & Ian (2010)