[ VERSE 1 ]
Yo, this shit keeps weighin me down, beatin me up
Like every day`s governed by Murphy`s Law
It never drops, but inside I`m, tied up
In stress knots and chains and bills that ain`t paid
I damn near work for Dun & Bradstreet
Keep a bank card and a wallet for show, I hate empty spaces
Fill `em with MetroCards that`s been already took me places
Fun Passes, loose changes, gum wrappers, maybe numbers
Battery covers to CD players, and that`s it
I got some plastic
But can`t even use it, the bad credit`s so drastic
Ask me bastard if I`m signed, I rhyme sick
But niggas is quick to turn they back on spitters with clits
Hit em with this, and ridiculous phrase flow that exit my lips
Hey yo, I mean my face, though
They still want chicks with tits and ass out
My respect is worth more than your advance cash-out
I`m fuckin you right in the ear
If these chicks did it you`d be catchin gonorrhea
The only thing I spread is tinnitus
Just tryin to keep this shit right
And for all of y`all askin when my joint droppin
Watch me this year
It`s like.
[ CHORUS ]
Hustles don`t get knocked, except the ones that
Fuck with my business and dough, you can forget that
I told you once it`s not gangsta, it`s just right
Don`t get it fucked, I don`t like to spit my shit twice
Keep your fake thuggin, afraid to get in fist fights
Glittery knuckles never made me shiver, buckle never
Knocka, this how I get down
I`ma have to do that again, so y`all can hear it
[ CHORUS ]
That`s what I said, yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah
[ VERSE 2 ]
It`s crazy how I`m still catchin with no major distribution
Slice through like guillotines, I`m precise with a execution
The definition of artist, past the hype and the business
So I paint the track like a canvas in post-impressionist style
Time keeps gettin postponed like Emmy Awards
My moms cataloguin my shit like she`s Afeni Shakur
Many of y`all ain`t even worth a penny for thoughts
So I ignore the rumors and the biters
More than y`all ignore the Unsigned Hype in The Source
Peace to Steady Rock and Tyson [Name]
And a big fuck you to bitch Chris Lombardi at Matador
And every A&R that turned me down
Props to kids who stayed loyal since Baseball dropped
And copped the underground, see, the barrel was facin me
Now I turn the gun around and it`s got unlimited ammunition
I dare you to question, now they`ll know I`m dressin
So don`t skip through the record
But if you`re lookin for some shit to bump in the ride, you should check it
[ CHORUS ]
Alright, alright
One more time
One more time
[ CHORUS ]
What
What
What
What
What
Get it?
Got it?
Good
Let`s get on with it then
