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Seven Gonzales on the beat
Dapator on the mic
Rapping hard
Sounding in the country

Gonzales on the beat
This has no end
And who’s on the mic?
Dapator rap

The fast pace makes you dizzy, shakes your head
Lights you up like a candle that won’t go out
They spread bad rumors 'cause I wasn’t around
But look, I’m back, now tell me to my face
Censorship wasn’t set up for you to see how they shine
The rhymes that come to me, but no, don’t rush
My brain goes numb when they tell me to study
Honestly, it’s not my thing, I’d rather not be schooled
Don’t brainwash me so I’ll obey you
They educate to obey, not to learn
I just can’t handle math
But look, I know dramatic rhymes
If I have it, I want it, they send me to the loony bin
But when I get on the bus, watch me rap
They give me a ton of cash, but some think I’m a loser
When they hear me rap, they say I’m good
I just watch, don’t copy, I’ve got time, if I don’t hit
I polish my rhymes so they see there’s no problem
Look, I’m back, but now I’ve got more weight
For every bone I have, I drop a million verses

For every bone I have, I drop a million verses

For every bone I have, I drop a million verses

Verses, verses, verses

One hundred percent straight rhymes
One hundred percent feel it, feel it
One hundred percent straight rhymes
And there’s no percentage of what I have that’s lame
I drop rhymes on the bus
Howl like a wolf, shepherd
I’ve got a strong verse, throw it in
And there’s no percentage of what I have that’s lame

One hundred percent straight rhymes
One hundred percent feel it, feel it
One hundred percent straight rhymes
And there’s no percentage of what I have that’s lame
I drop rhymes on the bus
Howl like a wolf, shepherd
I’ve got a strong verse, throw it in
And there’s no percentage of what I have that’s lame

Here comes the deal, look, come, look, buy
My rhyme bounces like it’s a ball
My rhyme relaxes like you’re smoking weed
Like dynamite, watch it explode
Look, I’m bald, I don’t hit hard 'cause I’m a jerk
But look, hell yeah, I hit the president
We’re on point, crazy
If I get hoarse, my mind slips
I drop the rhyme when the bass hits
Your dumb face with a broken ass
They hit you for being stupid, just tell me and I’ll break you
They tell me I won’t get anywhere
They’ve been saying that since I started
I’m rising up, I’ve taken down several
I’ve risked it all rapping in the neighborhoods.