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[Introduction]
God damn (Eyedea), this is some serious gourmet shit!
Back off, I donât need you to tell me how fucking good my music is okay? Iâm the one who makes it. I know how good it is. When yâall go to the studio, you make shit! I make the gourmet quality stuff because when I listen to it, I like to hear it. But you know whatâs on my mind right now?
(Random Guy)
Yo, Iâm sick of all you stupid motherfuckers talking shit about my man, Eyedea. Matter of fact, if I catch you saying any stupid shit like that around me, Iâm-a punch a motherfucking hole in your head! Talkin' bout, Eyedea this, Eyedea that, get off his dick! And to all yâall critics talkinâ shit, you can eat a dick too, you punk two bitches
[Verse 1]
You got balls stepping up to what you saying to me
Iâm probably your favorite MCâs favorite MC
So let these lyrics infuriate your head
And tear you a thread of my inferiority complex
Delirium content, please hear when my mouth sets
To tear you into shreds and put your arrogance in its death
Itâs your best bet to quit laughing
Unless youâre good at dodging bullets
Ainât shit gonna happen till you shut your trap and learn to focus
Open that overgrown head for a change
And donât underestimate me in a battle I donât play
I rip every kid in your clique in five, less than four bars
Iâll take this out to east and west
Donât test the north star!
Oh are you pissed âcause your talent ainât felt?
Well, just talkinâ shitâs easy, I challenge myself
If you were really dope, you wouldnât say it all the time
You would be creative and Iâd see it in your rhymes
You got the nerve to say Iâm soft, âcause the thoughts that I talk
But I think that youâre lost, why donât you go take a walk?
And find someone who cares how diggity your style is
Now quit being childish!
Shake my hand and smile bitch!
[Hook]
What gave you the right to have an ego?
You got no skills! Itâs obvious an MCâs what youâre trying to be
Well if it gets out of hand, my man, just remember
Iâll always be around to remind you youâre weak!
Rhymesayers Entertainment, you know we be the greatest
With the break and the paints, the cuts, the rhymes and the beats!
Homebase is Minneap, come on through! And bring your crew
Next time you need to be reminded youâre weak!
(Bridge)
Eyo, look at that Eyedea kid
I donât even know, man
Yo, that shit he did on the Blaze Battle was kinda tight!
Yeah, yeah no doubt, but his albumâs kind of weird!
I know man, he ainât never gonna get a record deal sounding like that!
True that...
[Verse 2]
Check me out now!
Iâm that kid, who never gave a fuck about a contract
If you need to make a buck, get loose
Rock the mic, but donât be dumb and come and test me
Cause we jocking like the get-paid bus, swinging from my testes
Inch-by-inch I grow less convinced by those quote-on-quote
Battle rappers that think theyâre in the triple-leagues
Recently I took their title and I never gave it back
How come my weakest freestyle probably beats they best-written rap?
They doubt it, and then they call me out about it
And I flew off in these topics, I win, and the crowd shouted
And you can say the same but you kid
Beat, lines are skin-deep simply when you wimps become turned into mince meat
But being fresh is only half of the job
Thereâs a lot in this world that needs to be changed
And so I write each song with a message for humanity
And it expresses the wisdom expressed thatâs in my brain
Complaining? No. Just draining pus before the cyst pops
Boy, you player hate, Iâm tryna elevate this hip hop!
So stop trying to pretend youâre real
And go write a song someone besides your friends can feel! For real!
Sometimes you just gotta let âem know!
Most of these MCs donât even deserve to be on a dick like they do
And thatâs the truth
[Hook]
(laughter)
So a masochist comes up to me and says, âI like your record, shit was hot!â
(laughter)