You Can’t Rap

Example * Track #2 On What We Made

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Album What We Made

ALBUM

Example

2007

You Can't Rap by Example

Performed by

Example

Produced by

Rusher Prod.

Writed by

About

‘You Can’t Rap’ tells the story of a young British rapper- in this case Example himself- who is trying to make it onto the rap scene. Unfortunately, Example is struggling in his conquest into the hip hop world because he is ‘white’ and he’s ‘from Fulham’.

You Can’t Rap Lyrics

[Chorus]
You can't rap my friend, you're white and you're from Fulham
Please put down the mic, there's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid, you won't get that far
Turn your back on hip hop, bruv, and go and play guitar

[Verse 1: Example]
Of all the possibilities I ever could've chosen
Supposing career wise, I picked hip hop
Imagine all the tip-top, rappers' bottom lips drop
Sitting there shocked, there's some other bloody shit hot
Dude with a mullet, bussin' shorts wearing flip-flops
Spitting to a gathering, looking like a criss-cross
Of fans loving Prodigy, Kylie, and Slipknot
Nearly could've happened, bruv look at me I shit not
Little Elliot rhymes for the hell of it
If only he was ghetto mans, maybe he would sell a bit
I tried hard to big up the credentials
Even thought about putting gold in my dentals
An Anglo-Saxon with a broken accent
But rappers from Fulham get a strange reaction
I said bye to rap, saw the issue at hand
Some guitar lessons later, formed my own band

[Chorus]
You can't rap my friend, you're white and you're from Fulham
Please put down the mic, there's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid, you won't get that far
Turn your back on hip hop, bruv, and go and play guitar

[Verse 2: Example]
Attention seeking, how far should a man go?
Cut his ear off like Vincent van Gogh
Dash cash to the crowd so the venue scrambles
Turn my good life into a Babyshambles
Fuck myself up real properly, like Pete Doherty
Cover of Heat, I'm hot property
Everybody's clocking me, I own the crowd
Then I've gotta link me up with a Girls Aloud
Next exchange vows, now my pops is proud
There is a nine on my cloud
I'm as pleased as I ever been, bro
Man's flash like José Mourinho
Women crave me like bottles of Pinot
Now I've got big, I can fight photographers
Bang the obvious, please biographers
Spend currency till there ain't none left
And when I need more I'll fake my own death

[Chorus]
You can't rap my friend, you're white and you're from Fulham
Please put down the mic, there's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid, you won't get that far
Turn your back on hip hop, bruv, and go and play guitar

[Verse 3: Example]
Right now it's just hit-and-miss, soon I'll taste a bit of bliss
Banging chicks at worst with looks like Jayne Middlemiss
Never doing hideous, it's too bad for business
I'll spin when they grin with skin like Darth Sidious
Never out-riddle this, all chatting gibberish
Verbal diarrhoea, so you're never getting rid of this
Hear your retorts, there's all sorts like liquorice
I can sense your bitterness, you wishing you written this

[Chorus]
You can't rap my friend, you're white and you're from Fulham
Please put down the mic, there's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid, you won't get that far
Turn your back on hip hop, bruv, and go and play guitar