Dumb Royce Da 5'9" (Ft. WESTSIDE BOOGIE)

[Intro]
Yeah, we don't wanna do anything to scare your children
That's the last thing we wanna do
Dumb
Dumb

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
I'm no longer a prospect
I'm what you call a veteran, a legend man, I'm a prophet (Huh)
You ain't no artist, you're what I would call a concept
Made to inspire gossip like Shade Room or like Bossip
Welcome to the Grammy's where your likeness is used
For promos, hypeness and views, okay, I hope that you knowin'
That if you voted, you might as well've not voted for no one
They knew when they made that category where that trophy was goin’
All this industry shit is (Dumb) there ain’t no middle class
Raise yo glass, here's to classism
Either you a rich ass nigga or you’s a bum, there ain’t no in between
Sinners sell they souls, angels sell they halos and they wings
I had dreams of fuckin’ a R&B chick
Then I found out that R&B chick already had a dick
Already slept with your favorite rapper, aren't we sick?
You start as a artist and turn to alcoholicking quick
This shit is (Dumb)
Man I wish I would let a nerd who work at Interscope
In a coat by Kenneth Cole, consult me about my image, bro
I’m the best rapper out this bitch
Except the only catch is that I’m in this ho