[Intro]
Nah, nah, just a verse
I didn't wanna do it
Y'all just can't let this shit go, you can't let it go
I thought we was cool
Listen
[Verse 1]
You can find me in the club where the huns at
Motherfuck that trucker hat hug rap
I know who I am, who I be, who I always was
Not a rapper that would diss another just to start a buzz
You should know that; just let the beef go away
How many weathermen do I have to slay?
El-P, give that mouth a rest
Go and get yourself in shape, give that couch a rest
I sent you a demo in '94 with straight original shit
No scientifical shit
And you cats talk about it like it's still in your whip
If you large as you say, why you still sweatin' Shay?
Pissed 'cause I reminisce about boom-bap?
You just mad 'cause you make your money off nerd rap
And can never change that - the fact you make soft shit Embarrassed, so you gotta remind us about the profit
Sorry that I studied from the blueprint
And don't associate with your nerd rap movement
"Independently, I sold—" man, get over yourself
Every interview I read, it's like you're blowin' yourself
Putting dough on your shelf? Stop hoein' yourself
You're a herb; look at you, you know it yourself
I showed you love from day one and I kept on
But now you upset because your boys got stepped on
If you were smart as you claim to be
And had beef, motherfucker, you should've came to me
But no - write a diss, hope you won't get caught
'Cause you know I never peep shit from Gaysop Rock
Listen: I liked Funcrusher, that was that
But then you heard Dr. Octagon and never looked back
Blue flowers allow me to flex my true powers
And send this fuckin' hobbit back to the two towers
No, I'm not stoppin' yet
Bars of Death ain't done, it ain't droppin' yet
I got jokes about your face, believe me
But dissin' you because of your looks is too easy
You can't help that you a Keebler Elf, Mr. Be Yourself
You should see yourself
I saw that DVD, man, I can't understand
Why you find it so hard to shake a fan's hand
These are the cats that love you when you do shit
And actually think the stuff you make is music
But this is hip-hop, kid, don't confuse it
With nerds trying too hard to make that new shit
Bitching about doing a show for short change is fine
But taping it is asinine
Then releasing it? That's an ego trip
Get off your own dick, that's some ego shit (Fuck outta here) Revolution ain't them beats you record
Soundin' like my girl's cat when it walks across my keyboard
You ain't different, you just can't work your equipment
Now don't come back with that run-on sentence rap
Spit it slow, so I can understand you, yo
Went from Co' Flow to no flow, rushin' your rhymes
No punchlines, just a bunch of punched-in lines
Bed-wetter, you as hip-hop as Eddie Vedder
If you a true b-boy, explain that mohawk and the Fred Perry sweater
That look is priceless!
Who's the motherfucker with the identity crisis?
Nah, nah, just a verse
I didn't wanna do it
Y'all just can't let this shit go, you can't let it go
I thought we was cool
Listen
[Verse 1]
You can find me in the club where the huns at
Motherfuck that trucker hat hug rap
I know who I am, who I be, who I always was
Not a rapper that would diss another just to start a buzz
You should know that; just let the beef go away
How many weathermen do I have to slay?
El-P, give that mouth a rest
Go and get yourself in shape, give that couch a rest
I sent you a demo in '94 with straight original shit
No scientifical shit
And you cats talk about it like it's still in your whip
If you large as you say, why you still sweatin' Shay?
Pissed 'cause I reminisce about boom-bap?
You just mad 'cause you make your money off nerd rap
And can never change that - the fact you make soft shit Embarrassed, so you gotta remind us about the profit
Sorry that I studied from the blueprint
And don't associate with your nerd rap movement
"Independently, I sold—" man, get over yourself
Every interview I read, it's like you're blowin' yourself
Putting dough on your shelf? Stop hoein' yourself
You're a herb; look at you, you know it yourself
I showed you love from day one and I kept on
But now you upset because your boys got stepped on
If you were smart as you claim to be
And had beef, motherfucker, you should've came to me
But no - write a diss, hope you won't get caught
'Cause you know I never peep shit from Gaysop Rock
Listen: I liked Funcrusher, that was that
But then you heard Dr. Octagon and never looked back
Blue flowers allow me to flex my true powers
And send this fuckin' hobbit back to the two towers
No, I'm not stoppin' yet
Bars of Death ain't done, it ain't droppin' yet
I got jokes about your face, believe me
But dissin' you because of your looks is too easy
You can't help that you a Keebler Elf, Mr. Be Yourself
You should see yourself
I saw that DVD, man, I can't understand
Why you find it so hard to shake a fan's hand
These are the cats that love you when you do shit
And actually think the stuff you make is music
But this is hip-hop, kid, don't confuse it
With nerds trying too hard to make that new shit
Bitching about doing a show for short change is fine
But taping it is asinine
Then releasing it? That's an ego trip
Get off your own dick, that's some ego shit (Fuck outta here) Revolution ain't them beats you record
Soundin' like my girl's cat when it walks across my keyboard
You ain't different, you just can't work your equipment
Now don't come back with that run-on sentence rap
Spit it slow, so I can understand you, yo
Went from Co' Flow to no flow, rushin' your rhymes
No punchlines, just a bunch of punched-in lines
Bed-wetter, you as hip-hop as Eddie Vedder
If you a true b-boy, explain that mohawk and the Fred Perry sweater
That look is priceless!
Who's the motherfucker with the identity crisis?
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