Rude Boy
This experimental abstract hip-hop track in E minor fuses trap jookin rhythms, dark Brooklyn battle rap, and dancehall inflections. Lo-fi vinyl crackles and rolling double bass drums merge with futuristic trap bass drops. Baritone male vocals—layered with talkbox effects—deliver an off-beat, laid-back flow over gritty breakbeats and shifting, contemporary textures., double time, trap, innovative, no instruments, grim and dark mood, lively, deep male, earworm, weed, mesmerizing, ], double bass drumming, low vocals, rhythmic flow, eccentric, insanity, record scratch, baritone male vocals
Rude Boy
This experimental abstract hip-hop track in E minor fuses trap jookin rhythms, dark Brooklyn battle rap, and dancehall inflections. Lo-fi vinyl crackles and rolling double bass drums merge with futuristic trap bass drops. Baritone male vocals—layered with talkbox effects—deliver an off-beat, laid-back flow over gritty breakbeats and shifting, contemporary textures., double time, trap, innovative, no instruments, grim and dark mood, lively, deep male, earworm, weed, mesmerizing, ], double bass drumming, low vocals, rhythmic flow, eccentric, insanity, record scratch, baritone male vocals
Lyrics
Chorus
Dem no a coppa beat u down till cough up
It's official Im lost Im recluse and repose im not used to having ppl critique what I wrote so confused why they so concerned what I do i don't like it i love it im the belle of ball art is for me cuz it's mine know it all line for line i built the blueprint and architecture design nobody could touch Lunarpen in his prime i don't need thousands and thousands of fans..I don't care if can't keep ya coming back and I don't care if I can't connect with whiny tracks and I don't care if ya let me wallow in despair honestly I don't care i bet atleast like that nasty taste of a pear....cuz pears fucks shit up pal
Da fuq goin on here dude rappin pears he's a food guy I talk about what I know..these r my weak raps I wrote em ho 2
u up proper di eart it no hotta
Him a shotta
Dem no a coppa beat u down till cough up
Lock u up proper di eart it no hotta
Him a shotta
Evritaim mi step outsaid . A wan chret
Mi a get stap an frisk .We mi kom fram
Dem a pig Pan som a di BS Kruuk op az dem waahn bi . A dat mek mi baal out F12 'til mi D-I-E .
No nuo wa? Mi naav no muor fi se . Tek it fram ya so. Aitch Mi uon yuh Mi a di patrol afisa . Mi waan si yu pii iina wan c.u.p Mi a pruobieshan bwaai pikni Yu a du tuu moch An if yu fiil Den it kom bak iina di kuof dem . Kaaz mi a di laa an dat a di wie it go . Kom lak im aas op im violate parol .
Mhm
mi waan si y
It bun me so bad when dem violate di youths dem
So if I waan gwan defend dem mi affi salute dem
Dem no a coppa
It bun me so bad when dem violate di youths dem
So if I waan gwan defend dem mi affi salute dem
Dem no a coppa
Beat u down till cough up
Lock u up proper
Di eart it no hotta
Him a shotta
Rude boy dem no coppa
Beat yuh down till yuh cough up
Lock yuh up proper
Tell yuh a di earth it no hotta
Him a shotta
Him a shotta
Dem no coppa
Beat yuh down till yuh cough up
Lock yuh up proper
Tell yuh a di earth it no hotta
Him a shotta
Him a shotta
Verse
I had this girl who me never liked
'Cause she a rude girl and me not the type
Me tell her everyting was alright
'Cause me was deh with her friend last night
So I had to go
No time to fight
Di look pon her face it never nice
Me said me had to go and me rode me bike
Then she look me in di eye and this is what she replied
Chorus
She said
Rude boy dem no coppa
Beat yuh down till yuh cough up
Lock yuh up proper
Tell yuh a di earth it no hotta
Him a shotta
Him a shotta
Dem no coppa
Beat yuh down till yuh cough up
Lock yuh up proper
Tell yuh a di earth it no hotta
Him a shotta
Him a shotta
Verse 2
Yuh see
Him got money pon di block
Weh him got is so hot
He never could be stopped
Look pon his friends and dem got
Everyting in di world
He just never got a cop
'Cause she say him a di baddest
'Cause she say him a di baddest
And me said
Me had to go
No time to fight
Di look pon her face it never nice
Me said me had to go and me rode me bike
Then she look me in di eye and this is what she replied
Chorus
She said
Rude boy dem no coppa
Beat yuh down till yuh cough up
Lock yuh up proper
Tell yuh a di earth it no hotta
Him a shotta
Him a shotta
Dem no coppa
Beat yuh down till yuh cough up
Lock yuh up proper
Tell yuh a di earth it no hotta
Him a