[Introduction]
God damn (Eyedea), this is some serious gourmet shit!
Back off, I don’t need you to tell me how fucking 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 shit! 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?
(Random Guy)
Yo, I’m 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, I'mma punch a motherfucking hole in your head! Talkin' bout "Eyedea this, Eyedea that"- get off his dick! And to all y’all critics talkin’ shit, you can eat a dick too, you punk bitches
[Verse 1]
You got balls stepping up with what you saying to me
I’m probably your favorite MC’s favorite MC
So let these lyrics infuriate your head's interior
Threaded by inferiority complex
Delirium content, please hear when my mouth sets
To tear you into shreds and put your arrogance in its deathbed your best bet's to quit laughing
Unless you’re good at dodging bullets
Ain’t shit gonna happen
Till 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, this talkin’ shit’s easy, I challenge myself
If you were really dope, 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 tight you think your style is
Now quit being childish!
Shake my hand and smile bitch!
God damn (Eyedea), this is some serious gourmet shit!
Back off, I don’t need you to tell me how fucking 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 shit! 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?
(Random Guy)
Yo, I’m 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, I'mma punch a motherfucking hole in your head! Talkin' bout "Eyedea this, Eyedea that"- get off his dick! And to all y’all critics talkin’ shit, you can eat a dick too, you punk bitches
[Verse 1]
You got balls stepping up with what you saying to me
I’m probably your favorite MC’s favorite MC
So let these lyrics infuriate your head's interior
Threaded by inferiority complex
Delirium content, please hear when my mouth sets
To tear you into shreds and put your arrogance in its deathbed your best bet's to quit laughing
Unless you’re good at dodging bullets
Ain’t shit gonna happen
Till 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, this talkin’ shit’s easy, I challenge myself
If you were really dope, 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 tight you think your style is
Now quit being childish!
Shake my hand and smile bitch!
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