Wild Wes – Can’t Be Takin’ This Lyrics


(Who’s talkin’ ****)
I can’t be takin’ this. Gonna meet your doom. (Who’s talkin’ ****)
I can’t be takin’ this. (Who’s talkin’ ****)
I can’t be takin’ this. Can’t even enjoy a funky tune
So check me out on the album cover
The beats are gettin’ better like a flower
Wild Wes being da illest
The beats are like a fest
[Chorus]
I can’t be takin’ this. Soon! Nah i’m just jokin’
The better the beat gets the more you get chokin’
[Chorus]
I can’t be takin’ this. (Who’s talkin’ ****)
I can’t be takin’ this. (Who’s talkin’ ****)
[Verse 2]
Sure. Not delirious
No clout sis. They don’t give one
They don’t know that I rap for fun
I mean money’s okay but it’s kinda like h**s
It’s kinda dodgy. (Who’s talkin’ ****)
I can’t be takin’ this. A real rapper knows
I’m bein’ serious. (Who’s talkin’ ****)
I can’t be takin’ this. Don’t quote
All you fake rappers are broke
[Chorus]
I can’t be takin’ this. (Who’s talkin’ ****)
I can’t be takin’ this. (Who’s talkin’ ****)
I can’t be takin’ this. You ain’t with this
I gotta keep it goin’
The real rappers gotta get flowin’
I’m gettin’ all that cash. You can talk about my music
Yeah. (Who’s talkin’ ****)
I can’t be takin’ this. (Who’s talkin’ ****)
I can’t be takin’ this. [Verse 1]
I’m like a target. I’m always actin’ cheesy
The way you wanna hate is so easy
For you. I ain’t done
The real rappers numba one! But they’re voice makes me sick
How about you stop looking for clout and hitting that lick
You always wanna be the rude one. (Who’s talkin’ ****)
I can’t be takin’ this. That activity is a trick
You wanna act so clean. I ain’t no clown
Don’t let a punk just bring u down
You brung a little mic I don’t think that’s allowed
When you’re on stage you better be loud
We don’t take kids. (Who’s talkin’ ****) (Who’s talkin’ ****)
I can’t be takin’ this. They don’t know ****
I hang around with real rappers, trust my wit
You wanna hate on me i’ve heard it all
I can’t believe me ****in’ homeboys are causin’ my downfall
They think they so slick. You hated New Funk 2
All the beats on the album were new
Expect for Return of The Funk
You stink like a skunk
I know i’m bein’ corny. You are so mean
The rap game ain’t what it seems
Ain’t that a shame. (Who’s talkin’ ****)
I can’t be takin’ this. (Who’s talkin’ ****)
[Interlude]
[Verse 3]
Make way, the train aboutta leave
I’ll rap so fast there’s no way to believe
I could drive a car and go really really far
They callin’ my beats so subpar
They also call this trash. You know that. There’s a spot on my backside
When i’m leavin’, i’m goin’ to the farside
I ain’t no joke.