God d**n
Eyedea
This is some serious gourmet s**t What flavor is this
Knock it off Julie
I don't need you to tell me how f**king good my music is okay
I'm the one who makes it
I know how good it is
When y'all go to the studio
You make s**t I make the gourmet quality stuff because when I listen to it
I like to hear it
But you know what's on my mind right now
What
Yo I'm sick of all you stupid motherf**kers talkin' s**t about my man Eyedea
Matter of fact if I catch you sayin' any stupid s**t like that around me
I'ma punch a motherf**kin' hole in your head Talkin' 'bout
Eyedea this Eyedea that get off his d**k
And to all y'all critics talkin' s**t
You can eat a d**k too you punk 2 b***hez
You got balls steppin' up to what you saying to me
I'm probably your favorite MC's 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
It's your best bet to quit laughing
Unless you're good at dodging bullets
Ain't s**t gonna happen 'til you shut your trap and learn to focus
Open that overgrown head for a change
And don't underestimate me in a battle I don't play
I rip every kid in your clique in five less than four bars
I'll take this out to east and west
Don't test the north star
Oh are you pissed 'cause your talent ain't felt
Well just talkin' s**t's easy I challenge myself
If you were really d**e you wouldn't say it all the time
You would be creative and I'd see it in your rhymes
You got the nerve to say I'm soft 'cause the thoughts that I talk
But I think that you're lost why don't you go take a walk
And find someone who cares how diggity your style is
Now quit bein' childish
Shake my hand and smile b***h
What gave you the right to have an ego
You got no skills It's obvious an MC's what you're tryin' to be
Well if it gets out of hand my man just remember
I'll always be around to remind you you're 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 you're weak
Peep this
Eyo look at that Eyedea kid&8230
I don't even know man
Yo that s**t he did on the Blaze Battle was kiiinda tight
Yeah yeah no doubt but his album's kind of weird
I know man he ain't never gonna get a record deal soundin' like that
True dat&8230
Check me out now
I'm that kid who never gave a f**k about a contract
If you need to make a buck get loose
Rock the mic but don't be dumb and come and test me
'Cause we jockin' 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 they're 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 bein' fresh is only half of the job
There's 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 that's in my brain
Complainin' No
Just drainin' pus before the cyst pops
Boy you player hate I'm tryna elevate this hip hop
So stop tryin' to pretend you're real
And go write a song someone besides your friends can feel For real
Sometimes you just gotta let 'em know
Most of these MCs don't even deserve to be on a d**k like they do&8230 and that's the truth
So a masochist comes up to me and says I like your record s**t was hot
