The Lounge Lyrics

[Verse 1]

I got a question, what's a rapper look like?

Is he tan? Is he black? White?

Is he blacked out, high on the crack pipe?

Or more the cats that'll ride on the half pipe?

Don't want to act like I know about the rap type

Cause matter of fact I can't grasp who rap likes

With their cash do they stash for retirement?

Or go for things like rides and diamonds?

Yo, I gotta a question. What's a rapper look like?

Is he blacked out, high on the crack pipe?

Or more the cats that'll ride on the half pipe?

Don't wanna act like I know about the rap type

Cause matter of fact I can't grasp who rap likes

With their cash do they stash for retirement

Or go for finer things like rides and diamonds and... ?

[Verse 2]

Another question (what's that?)

How do they dress?

Are they best cut threads or are they spend less

I'm interested, it's caught my attention

Yo, does everybody rap get arrested?

And with they sex, do they all have hoe's?

Or do some have a girl that they learn and they grow with?

I like to know, what makes a rapper?

It might be me, but I don't think it matters?

[Chorus]

What does he look like?

Nobody knows?

He's just a rapper, in plain clothes

When the curtain falls, after the show

Where does he go? Nobody knows

[Verse 3]

Yo, now it's your call, short, fat, or tall

What if he's a she and not a he at all

Or does a broad have to a be a C at least

Or can it be decreased if she real up on the beat?

And is she realer if she raised in the street?

Or can they still feel her if she raised in CT?
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And if they spit do they have to have kids?

Or can they have a Mom, a Dad, and little sis?

And in the morning do they have to have grits?

Or can they favorite breakfast be eggs Benedict?

It makes me think, is there a rappin' type?

And if so, yo, what's a rapper like?

And do they sell drugs? Or go to school?

Cocaine or college, tell me what's the rule

I'd like to know, what makes a rapper?

It might be me, but I don't think it matters.

[Chorus]

What does he look like?

Nobody knows?

He's just a rapper, in plain clothes

When the curtain falls, after the show

Where does he go? Nobody knows

[Verse 4]

My name's Asher (Hi Asher)

And those who care to ask, I tell them I'm a rapper

But I don't look like it, not one bit

I'm short and thin with some pale ass skin

Got one girlfriend, and I love her,

With two sisters, a father, and a mother

I guess I'm different, like no other

But you can't judge a book by it's cover

I write about what I feel c live

My boys like to say I'm the realist it gets

Sometimes I feel like Boston gets?

Maybe flip the script on some ROYGBIV

Whatever the mood, no matter what I listen to

I always do me, never do you

I'd like to know, what makes a rapper?

It might be me, but I don't think it matters.

[Chorus]

What does he look like?

Nobody knows?

He's just a rapper, in plain clothes

When the curtain falls, after the show

Where does he go? Nobody knows