Written by Kitch

Produced by Dele Christie

These Rappers

Chorus

These rappers, can't even rhyme a word

These rappers, don't know what lie you heard

These rappers:

Can't compare to me, with no air to breathe, it's unfair to see

Verse 1

All you brothers sound the same riding trends

Making songs for girls ‘cause they’ll be hyping them

But I stand out like there’s no seats left

‘Cause I’m more lyrical than anyone who be next

So just fake it ‘till you make it, how ‘bout no

It’s so blatant that your basic, how ‘bout smoke

I’m tryna stay real in the game field

my aim will make brains peel make your ego pain filled 

I decline me time and peace signs for these rhymes

I design each line I'm behind the east side

People are telling me that my rhyming's sick

But I need to have Faith like Evans if I’ll be B.I.G

I know you bigger rappers heard of me but you fail to recognise

‘Cause you know your careers are something I'm gonna jeopardise

So become a friend, or be on my hit list

And witness the litness first hand ima grip this

My mouths loaded, and my words are the bullets

So I guess my tongues what, I use to pull it

So battling me, wouldn’t fit well

You won’t have to dig in the crates to find that Big L

And you might as well feed yourself as a sharks snack

Don’t read my notes I’ll stab you with a sharp flat

Get it? Notes, flats, sharps, no?

Why don’t you just go home

Chorus

These rappers, can't even rhyme a word

These rappers, don't know what lie you heard

These rappers:

Can't compare to me, with no air to breathe, it's unfair to see

Verse 2

 

I’m just white trash who, likes rap and

fights back on, tight tracks true

Can you stand back please catch that breeze

Abstract these, raps with ease

You can’t rap so free in my category, backpack please with the blackjack p’s

Snapback G’s nah that’s not me, fitted flat cap please

Alright, hold on

Let me say I can spit for days and rip the waves in different ways

Too busy getting paid just quit in case you slip and graze

Your lip and face flows sticks in place fits the pace vicious phase

Ima hit the stage so let me get a sicker raise

I will let fly my best rhyme like Tech N9ne

Invest time your next line don’t vex mine

Watch heads fly your neck spine go bed bye

I bet I’m the blessed kind your dead prime

No way can people tell me I use to same flow

I’m a lame bloke, when you’re a virgin like Usain Bolt

The mandem used to tell me to stop spitting

‘Cause they judged me on the way that I looked like an optician

But you’re still doubting me, just wait for it

I used to get fined for spitting, but now I get paid for it

And rightly so, ‘cause I’m a true wordsmith

And I gotta prove nothing, ‘cause you heard it

Chorus

These rappers, can't even rhyme a word

These rappers, don't know what lie you heard

These rappers:

Can't compare to me, with no air to breathe, it's unfair to see

About 'These Rappers'

'These Rappers' is what Kitch would call a 'lyrical showcase'. Whilst using complex rhyme schemes, witty punchlines and experimenting with new and different flows, Kitch explains what he thinks of the rappers who are currently 'popping' without the use of  lyricism. 

Standout Lyric:

'I need to have Faith like Evans if I'll be B.I.G'

Release Date:

07/09/2019

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