Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Try (feat. Cryptic Wisdom & Dubbs), artist - The Jokerr.
Date of issue: 23.04.2015
Song language: English
Don't Try (feat. Cryptic Wisdom & Dubbs) |
I’m getting sick of slapping motherfuckers with the facts |
They know that if they try, they’ll be crashing on their backs |
Yet they stay persistent, everyday they’re steady lying to themselves |
What the fuck would made you think you could sell? |
It’s gets so awkward trying to tell them all to piss off and leave me alone |
But I guess that’s the price that you pay for living well and being known |
They try to pull their little cards and get collabs |
All because we knew each other way back in the distant past |
But when you tell ‘em no |
Everybody wanna stress you out |
Where the fuck where you on my come up? |
I can’t respect you now |
I’mma lay the lesson down, dog and you better be taking notes |
Didn’t need you then, I don’t need you now, watch as I shake the globe |
And I may be hater prone, oh no, but the more you have |
The more you know you’ve got a product that’s born to last |
I’m bored of cats easily to think they compare |
Until we serve em a taste of carnage and they get scared |
You can’t do it like I do it, so don’t try |
Take one look at the destruction and you’ll know why |
You like to tell me of the others but it don’t fly |
‘Cause if it did then I wouldn’t be me |
You can’t bring it like we bring it so don’t try |
But they still keep trying and I simply don’t know why |
Motherfuckers wish they could compare us but it don’t fly, (bitch cause if they |
could) then we just wouldn’t be we |
Now I’m not sure why you would think that we are equals |
I think my rap sheet speaks for itself faggot: read through |
Steady getting gassed up man that shit is evil |
Being lied to by your homies man them people ain’t your people |
If they were really your friends |
They’d be honest and tell you that a vagina could let a queef out and sound |
better, but they keep on just downplaying it |
And stay up in your ear with all that shit they know you wanna hear when really |
it’s just giving you hope for something you hold so dear |
But it’s okay buddy; |
I’ve been there before |
Let people try to fix the broken and they’ll just injure it more |
I stepped my game up to off dogs And came with that raw sauce |
But really there’s no hope for you dog you’re a lost cause |
(You can’t) |
Ride a beat as silky smooth and glide like me |
Ain’t got that filthy freaky flow that grit and grime like me |
(Y-You can’t) |
Rhyme like me |
In fact if you were half as good as this well shit |
Then yo I wouldn’t be me hahaha |
Hahahahahahaha |
Yeah, it’s like nowadays |
Every kid with a computer and Fruity Loops trying to be the next hot shit |
Well let me tell you something ‘bout myself |
Yo, well I’ve been around the circuit when it comes to rhyming chumps |
I’ve opened up for bullshit shows, written lines that stunk |
And one time or another I rhymed in the mo' grimy clubs, with most violent thugs |
So don’t patronize me, punks |
And I got a real short temper |
So watch it with that cock eye |
You give me the wrong vibe; |
And you’re waking up in my basement hogtied |
It was like 37 passengers, (what happened?) |
They all died |
When I punched a city bus for going «pssh» when I walked by |
So quit trying to be hard bitch, you ain’t earned stripes |
You record on a fucking used SL58 Shure Mic |
And the laptop that your dad bought your poor ass |
And then when you’re done you get on World of Warcraft |
And instigate nerd fights |
That ain’t a job, and isn’t a hobby; |
it’s a public annoyance |
I mean I’d tell you to practice but you’ll never get better you suck and it’d |
be pointless |
Look at your fucking performances |
Shitty ass mics, and just 2 fans? |
The proof is in dat poontang |
Bitch you can’t |