| Now you can keep trying to be an MC, go 'head it’s your call
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| But when the rap world sucks, don’t bitch cause it’s your fault
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| With no style, talent and definitive skill
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| Some cats think that because they independent they real
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| Some niggas with deals, you’ll brag about jewels and that’s cool
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| But jewels don’t make you nice man, a rule is a rule
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| This hardly is new, no I don’t wanna polly with you
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| Go 'head tell everyone you rhyme, everybody rhymes too
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| I’m mad that I heard your song and it’s hard to see
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| How that trash was in stock before it got to me
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| Maybe it’s me, I’m too honest, nah it can’t be that
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| Just because you rhyme conscious don’t mean you can’t be wack
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| All this nonsense I learned to tolerate, but I hate it though
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| Asshole, you made me throw something at my radio
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| Way to go
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| Hip hop a culture that was once great
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| Now radio stations spin all day from one crate
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| And all I hear is that (doo doo)
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| Then I don’t know who y’all talking to
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| Nah, don’t repeat it, I ain’t deaf; |
| I’m ignoring you
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| (Bee bee)
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| That’s how y’all sound in my head
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| So that’s what I thought that you said
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| And all I hear is that (doo doo)
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| Then I don’t know who y’all talking to
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| Nah, don’t repeat it, I ain’t deaf; |
| I’m ignoring you
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| (Bee bee)
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| That’s how y’all sound in my head
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| So that’s what I thought that you said
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| Got the face of a hunk
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| Mind of a monk, they say I’m too mellow
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| The patience of a drunk, paranoid Tasmanian Devil
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| There’s pork in my Jell-O?
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| Probably in my Starburst too
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| I can’t even trust my candy, how can I trust you?
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| Exploiting everything and everyone so they can sell shit
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| I seen a little black kid say he could eat a whole pig
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| Eat what you want, don’t mind me I just like to talk
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| I drink beer in pizzerias, know my number by heart
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| But I’m thinking so big that my rhymes can draw kids
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| I got gators, floating in moats with a drawbridge
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| heel in my shoes reach a gazillion and two and up
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| Protected by bars that electrocute you at the touch
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| To handle this man you need such an elaborate plan
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| That I’d have to give you a hand
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| And I’m so nice that I can
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| No challenge, so balanced with the Earth, I’m so natural
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| Close my eyes, lift my arms make the trees
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| And all I hear is that (doo doo)
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| Then I don’t know who y’all talking to
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| Nah, don’t repeat it, I ain’t deaf; |
| I’m ignoring you
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| (Bee bee)
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| That’s how y’all sound in my head
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| So that’s what I thought that you said
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| And all I hear is that (doo doo)
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| Then I don’t know who y’all talking to
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| Nah, don’t repeat it, I ain’t deaf; |
| I’m ignoring you
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| (Bee bee)
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| That’s how y’all sound in my head
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| So that’s what I thought that you said
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| Why don’t you like me?
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| You don’t know me, why don’t you write me?
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| Why don’t you fight me?
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| Ah fuck it, why don’t you bite me?
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| I don’t give a damn no more, my plans in store
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| I’m more grand than the scans of the canyons core
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| I’m talking over with just lines that attack your mental
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| A young cat in this rap, then I act parental
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| I nap with pencils, pens, then I sleep with notes
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| In fights with my girlfriends, cause in the sheets they poke
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| Who’s more important?
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| Baby you’re just choosing your coffin
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| Cause music will often, sooth more than you and your squawking
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| Rude when I’m talking
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| Normally there are no songs
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| There’s just some times to say shit and it comes out wrong
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| Cocky? |
| Nah that’s only when I talk or I write
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| Believe me I’m the nicest guy you’ll ever meet in your life
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| Rise: Rhyming Is So Easy—I can’t get enough
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| And I’m about to reach the point where I don’t give a—
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| And all I hear is that (doo doo)
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| Then I don’t know who y’all talking to
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| Nah, don’t repeat it, I ain’t deaf; |
| I’m ignoring you
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| (Bee bee)
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| That’s how y’all sound in my head
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| So that’s what I thought that you said
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| And all I hear is that (doo doo)
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| Then I don’t know who y’all talking to
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| Nah, don’t repeat it, I ain’t deaf; |
| I’m ignoring you
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| (Bee bee)
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| That’s how y’all sound in my head
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| So that’s what I thought that you said |