INTRO
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God damn (Eyedea), this is some serious gourmet shit!
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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?
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…What?
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Yo, I’m sick of all you stupid motherfuckers talkin’ shit about my man, Eyedea. Matter of fact, if I catch you sayin’ any stupid shit like that around me, I’ma punch a motherfuckin’ 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 2 bitchez.
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[Eyedea]
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You got balls steppin’ up to what you saying to me.
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I’m probably your favorite MC’s favorite MC,
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So let these lyrics infuriate your head
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And tear you a thread of my inferiority complex,
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Delirium content, please hear when my mouth sets
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To tear you into shreds and put your arrogance in its death,
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It’s your best bet to quit laughing,
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Unless you’re good at dodging bullets.
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Ain’t shit gonna happen til you shut your trap and learn to focus.
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Open that overgrown head for a change
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And don’t underestimate me in a battle I don’t play.
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I rip every kid in your clique in five, less than four bars
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I’ll take this out to east and west,
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Don’t test the north star!
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Oh are you pissed ‘cause your talent ain’t felt?
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Well, just talkin’ shit’s easy, I challenge myself.
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If you were really dope, you wouldn’t say it all the time,
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You would be creative and I’d see it in your rhymes.
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You got the nerve to say I’m soft, ‘cause the thoughts that I talk
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But I think that you’re lost, why don’t you go take a walk?
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And find someone who cares how diggity your style is,
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Now quit bein’ childish!
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Shake my hand and smile bitch!
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[Hook]
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What gave you the right to have an ego?
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You got no skills! It’s obvious an MC’s what you’re tryin’ to be.
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Well if it gets out of hand, my man, just remember,
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I’ll always be around to remind you you’re weak!
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Rhymesayers Entertainment, you know we be the greatest
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With the break and the paints, the cuts, the rhymes and the beats!
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Homebase is Minneap, come on through! And bring your crew
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Next time you need to be reminded you’re weak!
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Eyo, look at that Eyedea kid…
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I don’t even know, man.
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Yo, that shit he did on the Blaze Battle was kiiinda tight!
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Yeah, yeah no doubt, but his album’s kind of weird!
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I know man, he ain’t never gonna get a record deal soundin’ like that!
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True dat…
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[Eyedea]
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Check me out now!
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I’m that kid, who never gave a fuck about a contract,
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If you need to make a buck, get loose,
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Rock the mic, but don’t be dumb and come and test me,
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‘cause we jockin’ like the get-paid bus, swinging from my testes.
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Inch-by-inch I grow less convinced by those quote-on-quote
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Battle rappers that think they’re in the triple-leagues.
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Recently I took their title and I never gave it back,
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How come my weakest freestyle probably beats they best-written rap?
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They doubt it, and then they call me out about it
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And I flew off in these topics, I win, and the crowd shouted
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And you can say the same but you kid,
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Beat, lines are skin-deep simply when you wimps become turned into mince meat.
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But bein’ fresh is only half of the job,
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There’s a lot in this world that needs to be changed
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And so I write each song with a message for humanity
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And it expresses the wisdom expressed that’s in my brain,
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Complainin’? No. Just drainin' pus before the cyst pops,
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Boy, you player hate, I’m tryna elevate this hip hop!
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So stop tryin’ to pretend you’re real,
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And go write a song someone besides your friends can feel! For real!
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Sometimes you just gotta let ‘em know!
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Most of these MCs don’t even deserve to be on a dick like they do…and that’s the truth.
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[Hook]
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(laughter)
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So a masochist comes up to me and says, “I like your record, shit was hot!”
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(laughter)
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Just a Reminder
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| Eyedea |
