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IN SEARCH OF LOST LOOSIES Video (MV)




Performed By: Kaczynski Composite Sketch
Language: English
Length: 3:26
Written by: Daniel Jimenez




Kaczynski Composite Sketch - IN SEARCH OF LOST LOOSIES Lyrics
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You don't got fans, motherf*cker you got hostages
Don't hurt yourself now, find some hot water and lozenges
The secret is out, who the skeleton in my closet is
The f*cker before you who learned exactly what Composite is
These rappers never growing up
Acting hard like Tony Leung
Camera got them looking tough
They Chinese bootlegs in the cut
I do the work, you're doing stunts
Jackie Chan and Sammo Hung
Though we all know that I'm the one
That grip the mic like nunchucks son
You Ricky Ricardo, I give them Richard Ramirez
You say that you're from el barrio
They seen you crying at recess
You that you're a lothario
Mommy picks up your Kleenex
You're just another no sabo that couldn't spit it in ingles
Rapping about the iron when your shit is straight anemic
Man you couldn't lift a pencil if you did telekinesis
While I'm writing up these rhymes like it's my motherf*cking thesis
Now I'm going to play the bridge
Because I just sent you back to Jesus, kid
I was fat as a kid, I had to earn my respect
That's why I talk all my shit
Yeah, it makes me eat less
I was cracking them lids when I'd start to feel stressed
Now I'm peeling their wigs when the play button's pressed
And the whip scrape the floor the way I stuff my face
My girl's thick, it's okay, my dick can take weight
My fridge full, I don't trip if she a day late
I break thin boys like toothpicks and fix them a plate
I've always dreamt about recording all this poetry
I do this shit so smoothly it's like blowing on the bodhi tree
You do this for celebrity, you're nothing but a ho to me
So put away the contract because there's nothing you can show to me
I do this for the child who was staring at the ceiling
Who had downloaded a file to his Sansa and was feeling
This thing that they called hip hop kept the loneliness away
His parents never played it but it read like Ruben Blades
Now I'm breaking mics like I break motherf*cking book spines
DJs wait in line because they all know that I can cook mines
Rappers always whine because their makeup doesn't look right
Please don't waste my time unless you can write a f*cking hook, alright
In search of lost loosies, I was up on Telefunken when they all were buying Stussy
Every time I rap I leave an outline on the pavement
So try not to forget that English just my second language, bitch
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You don't got fans, motherf*cker you got hostages
Don't hurt yourself now, find some hot water and lozenges
The secret is out, who the skeleton in my closet is
The f*cker before you who learned exactly what Composite is
These rappers never growing up
Acting hard like Tony Leung
Camera got them looking tough
They Chinese bootlegs in the cut
I do the work, you're doing stunts
Jackie Chan and Sammo Hung
Though we all know that I'm the one
That grip the mic like nunchucks son
You Ricky Ricardo, I give them Richard Ramirez
You say that you're from el barrio
They seen you crying at recess
You that you're a lothario
Mommy picks up your Kleenex
You're just another no sabo that couldn't spit it in ingles
Rapping about the iron when your shit is straight anemic
Man you couldn't lift a pencil if you did telekinesis
While I'm writing up these rhymes like it's my motherf*cking thesis
Now I'm going to play the bridge
Because I just sent you back to Jesus, kid
I was fat as a kid, I had to earn my respect
That's why I talk all my shit
Yeah, it makes me eat less
I was cracking them lids when I'd start to feel stressed
Now I'm peeling their wigs when the play button's pressed
And the whip scrape the floor the way I stuff my face
My girl's thick, it's okay, my dick can take weight
My fridge full, I don't trip if she a day late
I break thin boys like toothpicks and fix them a plate
I've always dreamt about recording all this poetry
I do this shit so smoothly it's like blowing on the bodhi tree
You do this for celebrity, you're nothing but a ho to me
So put away the contract because there's nothing you can show to me
I do this for the child who was staring at the ceiling
Who had downloaded a file to his Sansa and was feeling
This thing that they called hip hop kept the loneliness away
His parents never played it but it read like Ruben Blades
Now I'm breaking mics like I break motherf*cking book spines
DJs wait in line because they all know that I can cook mines
Rappers always whine because their makeup doesn't look right
Please don't waste my time unless you can write a f*cking hook, alright
In search of lost loosies, I was up on Telefunken when they all were buying Stussy
Every time I rap I leave an outline on the pavement
So try not to forget that English just my second language, bitch
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Writer: Daniel Jimenez
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