Rhyme dump
[ I'm better than you ]
it's undebated, i'm at the top of this game
my flow leaves you inundated, under the weather feeling physical pain
you get berated for even tryin to step up to me, mang
i'm great with gauges, leave a hole in ya head the size of your brain
not underrated, i get props for most other rappers slain
you'll become belated, the next no name to be clapped in shame
gotta rep Big easy, known for being sleazy
believe me when there's 8 murders daily on the tv
on the streets i learned the basics of what snitchin incurs
but this ain't Sesame street, won't find me frenchin Big bird
ya heard, always known that snitches get snitches
philosophy founded on gettin bitches and riches
unless you in my crew, my dick gravitate towards ya missus
niggas not in my crew become another notch on the hit list
had to hire scientists to measure my rap's hardness, determine its rawness and how commonly it's lauded
rappers get verbally marauded,
take the strength of a diamond
and multiply by how many times R kells broke a hymen
and i'm not lyin nigga
any fan of mine is automatically ineligible of dick ridin
but the haters need to lay off all that spiteful shit
these mutts bout to get they shit spayed by Michael vick
all these dudes is gettin a lil confused
ask themselves how they'll keep puttin out those Hot 16's
they put up a ruse like they "That dude"
now they have to bite off more than they can chew
never had a problem spittin Dhalsim flame
been blessed with the gift of spit since 8th grade
since Clarissa had to explain it all, i leave em bruised n' maimed
they end up like Ferguson in that video game
when it come to math, ain't never a problem with him
if X is your favorite rapper i quickly do him in, body him dead,
kick in his shins, take his wallet now he knee deep in the red
where is his head? definitely loco if he intent on battlin
swear he just said weeaboo cause now nigga needs a paddlin
Soulja boy vs Shady, mic what you know
stick to the clubs before i leave your bones rattlin
these niggas get gassed when they see me, get real flatulent
so now i gotta air em out, take they glass bars and i shatter em
last chance now, this is your s.o.s.
turn around and walk away cause you fuckin with the best
[ I hate whitewashed rappers like Lupe Fiasco ]
comin out the startin gate ahead of the pack
not hard to do cause the state of rap is just straight up wack
we got east coast's jordan dousin roc-a-fires
west coast niggas, all romo ghost riders
da south's best rapper alive is compulsive liar
new jacks get no shine cause the old generation won't retire
we got the same ol geeks, save for me
same ol beats, and same ol beefs (hear me)
it's 2007, niggas arguing who came out wit fists flyin
takeover versus jay-z's crying
lot of dudes nowadays they gettin it twisted
have a lot to say about the game though they live none of it
never seen a body, never had to hustle
went to private schools, worst experience was being a busboy
now they try to rap, to rep, try to spit flame
they move three units so now they try to place blame
well guess what busta, you lived none of it
dumb it down like lupe and the hood pray that you plummet
[ Long Way To Go remix ]
(budden singing)
Talk to em,
never been a goal that i couldn't reach
never been a lesson that i couldn't teach
i done been through the world and back
fuck school, i got all the facts
all i do is stand tall
even though my back's against the wall
when shit get heavy, all i gotta do is pick up the phone
ain't gotta walk through all this alone
when shit get heavy, all i do is pick up the phone
ain't gotta walk through this world alone
Listen up,
we got a long way to go
feel the pain in my rhymes, feel the pain in my flow
when you bout to get swept up in the undertow
Buddens and Southern boy hold it down Astley style / you know, we is never gonna let you go
for anyone workin hard to achieve they goals
any rapper puttin out heat just waitin to blow
Hold steady
cause when it's time to face down your foes
keep a clear mental, that's all you need to stand toe to toe
still a long way to go, eight more bars to show
that music is the bridge between to and fro
me an you, we got two different addresses
different pop n moms, two different adolesence
but all we need is to peep some of that Mood muzik
get a new perspective, you see what i see through it
and me through you, cause without the fans to cop that crack
without y'all here to have my back
or to listen to what i spit in my raps
i'm lost searchin for something i lack, and that's a fact
(mr. probz bridge -> hook -> fade out)
it's undebated, i'm at the top of this game
my flow leaves you inundated, under the weather feeling physical pain
you get berated for even tryin to step up to me, mang
i'm great with gauges, leave a hole in ya head the size of your brain
not underrated, i get props for most other rappers slain
you'll become belated, the next no name to be clapped in shame
gotta rep Big easy, known for being sleazy
believe me when there's 8 murders daily on the tv
on the streets i learned the basics of what snitchin incurs
but this ain't Sesame street, won't find me frenchin Big bird
ya heard, always known that snitches get snitches
philosophy founded on gettin bitches and riches
unless you in my crew, my dick gravitate towards ya missus
niggas not in my crew become another notch on the hit list
had to hire scientists to measure my rap's hardness, determine its rawness and how commonly it's lauded
rappers get verbally marauded,
take the strength of a diamond
and multiply by how many times R kells broke a hymen
and i'm not lyin nigga
any fan of mine is automatically ineligible of dick ridin
but the haters need to lay off all that spiteful shit
these mutts bout to get they shit spayed by Michael vick
all these dudes is gettin a lil confused
ask themselves how they'll keep puttin out those Hot 16's
they put up a ruse like they "That dude"
now they have to bite off more than they can chew
never had a problem spittin Dhalsim flame
been blessed with the gift of spit since 8th grade
since Clarissa had to explain it all, i leave em bruised n' maimed
they end up like Ferguson in that video game
when it come to math, ain't never a problem with him
if X is your favorite rapper i quickly do him in, body him dead,
kick in his shins, take his wallet now he knee deep in the red
where is his head? definitely loco if he intent on battlin
swear he just said weeaboo cause now nigga needs a paddlin
Soulja boy vs Shady, mic what you know
stick to the clubs before i leave your bones rattlin
these niggas get gassed when they see me, get real flatulent
so now i gotta air em out, take they glass bars and i shatter em
last chance now, this is your s.o.s.
turn around and walk away cause you fuckin with the best
[ I hate whitewashed rappers like Lupe Fiasco ]
comin out the startin gate ahead of the pack
not hard to do cause the state of rap is just straight up wack
we got east coast's jordan dousin roc-a-fires
west coast niggas, all romo ghost riders
da south's best rapper alive is compulsive liar
new jacks get no shine cause the old generation won't retire
we got the same ol geeks, save for me
same ol beats, and same ol beefs (hear me)
it's 2007, niggas arguing who came out wit fists flyin
takeover versus jay-z's crying
lot of dudes nowadays they gettin it twisted
have a lot to say about the game though they live none of it
never seen a body, never had to hustle
went to private schools, worst experience was being a busboy
now they try to rap, to rep, try to spit flame
they move three units so now they try to place blame
well guess what busta, you lived none of it
dumb it down like lupe and the hood pray that you plummet
[ Long Way To Go remix ]
(budden singing)
Talk to em,
never been a goal that i couldn't reach
never been a lesson that i couldn't teach
i done been through the world and back
fuck school, i got all the facts
all i do is stand tall
even though my back's against the wall
when shit get heavy, all i gotta do is pick up the phone
ain't gotta walk through all this alone
when shit get heavy, all i do is pick up the phone
ain't gotta walk through this world alone
Listen up,
we got a long way to go
feel the pain in my rhymes, feel the pain in my flow
when you bout to get swept up in the undertow
Buddens and Southern boy hold it down Astley style / you know, we is never gonna let you go
for anyone workin hard to achieve they goals
any rapper puttin out heat just waitin to blow
Hold steady
cause when it's time to face down your foes
keep a clear mental, that's all you need to stand toe to toe
still a long way to go, eight more bars to show
that music is the bridge between to and fro
me an you, we got two different addresses
different pop n moms, two different adolesence
but all we need is to peep some of that Mood muzik
get a new perspective, you see what i see through it
and me through you, cause without the fans to cop that crack
without y'all here to have my back
or to listen to what i spit in my raps
i'm lost searchin for something i lack, and that's a fact
(mr. probz bridge -> hook -> fade out)