Dat Shit Unknown Prophets (Ft. Eyedea)

[Verse 1]
Punk MCs are junk to me
They don't work productively or constructively
And when confronted they all be sunk in they seat
Got the nerve to think they really gonna fuck with me
Come on now
This shit is whack
Let's cut the chitter chat
I'll do away with your career
In a minute flat
Got to finish tracks plus your whole gimmick's whack
Don't even send out your demo
They gon' send it back
I am here to speak the truth
But some cats be missing facts
Drop a couple songs and
Swear they're the sickest
'fact they got the balls to drop
An album and pretend its phat
I couldn't tell you son
I was too busy skipping tracks
They got these fake ass players
With they stinking ass, up in the club
Like you're the one she's winking at?
Shes throwing smiles at me
I throw a grimace back
And then I just go ahead with my pimping ass