The premiere single from a teenage Springfield, Massachusetts wordsmith with a lane entirely all his own. Larepstar releases “Word Problems”, the first single from his debut project Teen Swim Vol. 1 slated to drop in early 2016. This young multi-faceted and multi-personality artist is one of those rare dudes in the right place, at the right time saying all of the right things. Check the lyrics below.
(LarepStar “Word Problems” lyrics”)
VERSE
> Reporting live from the room I was hatched in.
> Still painted black so the mood still matches.
> I got a couple guns right up under my mattress.
> Never had a date for semi but I got a automatic.
> Like Nevada ima snow capped range.
> Way too cold living in the stoned age.
> Stoned.
> You X’d out like a domain.
> Think I’m dope you should hear me rap off the dome mayne.
> I’m.
> Slicker than your average nigga.
> And a tad bit iller than a vag with splinter.
> Walk up to a girl. Ask what’s her dilemma?
> Why the hell isn’t she bumpin to the tracks I deliver?
> Cus I thought I was that nigga.
> At least that’s what sh said.
> Apparently she only said it cus they heard I’m purebred.
> All black with a little bit of Indian in me.
> Yeah I gave yall chance but I’m talking it GIVE ME.
CHORUS
> You don’t want problems.
> You don’t want problems.
> You don’t want problems.
> You don’t want problems.
> You don’t have to means to solve these problems.
> When I’m on the scene like a God damn goblin.
> You don’t want problems.
> You don’t want problems.
> Do you got problems?
> Yeah I got problems.
> Fuck?
VERSE
> It’s time to send these lame niggas back where they came from.
> Using the same drums only difference the sample.
> Complex bars over simple instrumentals.
> Got you rappers actin like you going through a bad menstrual.
> At your girl house tryna get it poppin like pimples.
> In the cut like dimples.
> Making love like nymphos.
> It’s simple.
> As I break down on instrumentals.
> I’m the type of nigga that can keep it everything but simple.
> Am I giving too much info?
> Nah.
> Can you talk big if you’re little?
> Nah.
> I’m the realest man it’s a given.
> Duh.
> I’m the illest, dog, to come up out of Minne, chaug.
> Going loose with rage.
> So try to avoid me.
> I’m like Liu Kang.
> I’m spittin fire at homies.
> The way I do this thing.
> Is far from phony.
> Yall seduced my rage.
> My middle finger horny.
> I want glory.
> Ain’t nothing else for me.
> So to get that glory.
> Ima make shit gory.
> Ima kill you rappers.
> And put you in hefty.
> That’ll teach yall not to fuck with Reppy.
> You could probably catch me.
> Riding in a 94 Accord cus my soul’s so 20th century.
> So bad ass you adults can’t check me.
> So bad ass that Teresa would neglect me.
CHORUS
BRIDGE
> We gon rock.
> And we gon roll.
> And they gon lock.
> And they gon load.
> Cus they don’t like, what we say.
> But we gon plead the first and say it anyway.
> Anyway.
> I ain’t really worried bout drama though.
> All I hear is cheap talk like Obama phones.
> Roll grade A bud that’s a honor roll.
> Rolling Grade A bud least I’m honest though.
> You got problems though?
> But I can solve them though.
> I know alot foes, who talked shit and had to perish.
> Your whole life is an advertisement but I ain’t buying it.
> Free admission for these ass whoopings come and try this shit.
> I was gone but, I ain’t quit.
> I had to get myself together soul searching and shit.
> I know we all ain’t perfect but shit.
> I’ve been perfectly fine spending my time way worse than this.
> So next time you approach me on some “ft. Verse” shit.
> You better think first about the words in my verses.
> I don’t really give a shit about your summary earnings.
> Cus the shit that I’m burning is more realer yours is.
> If your friends getting jealous you’re swimming with sel-fish.
> I think I’m the shit If I smelt it I dealt it.
> I’m cooler than most but my iceberg is melting.
> My patience is getting so thin I could mail it.
> Seventeen years I’ve been drifting and sailing.
> But now I’m here bouta get shit poppin like Bellic.
> So before you try to sleep on me I’m telling
> You my music is like a bed bug right next you.
> Sound bites on sound bites on sound bites that’s hell to you.
> Might as well wake up and jam to this yellow dude.
CHORUS
OUTRO
> UTO, GMB, [teen swim] and the 413.
> I’m Reppy. And that’s that.
> Alright that’s it.
1 Comment
this kid is nice…