Intro:
This one's for the haters… yeah
Apparently, I have a handful of them as well Let's make fun of that shit!
Haha!
Scratches (DJ Arthug):
Get on my level (x4)
Can you do it like that? (x4)
I.
First of all, let me tell you why I'm nice while you ain't
All that diatribe won't buy you back the time that you waste Actin’ all tough, threatening to punch me in the face?
I can kill you with this 90s style you're stuck on imitating!
Drop the mic, get off the stage, unplug the interface
There ain't no room left for emcees like you occupyin’ space I don't even know ya, why ya mad at me and spiteful?
That thick skull you brag reveals the size of what's inside it, huh?
Down to the science, I possess the vital signs: Heart of a tiger, eyes of an eagle, and a lion's pride And I got greater enemies in my line of fire
So I dare you for once, try to write somethin’ inspiring
I'm in the same crew with the spitters that you idolize So when I get props, shit I bet you die inside (haha!)
I got in this position, have you ever wondered why? 'Cause I'm more authentic than anything you'll ever write Get off my vibe, mothafucka!
Scratches (DJ Arthug):
Get on my level (x4)
Can you do it like that? (x4)
II.
Take a rain check
You'll end up trainwrecked
Our names will never be mentioned in the same breath I regenerate, that's how I stay fresh
While you tasteless, braindead mothafuckas stay pressed~
I got the confidence of a dashing debonair
It's almost as if I can run on water, maybe walk on air I've seen enough warfare to earn my croix de guerre Music connoisseur, writer extraordinaire
Just tryna have fun while you've gotten overpowered
See, I chopped this sample up in just a fraction of an hour Wrote this shit in less than seven minutes since I wakened And it's better than the best joint you'll ever dream of makin’
So stand back, while I do the elevation
It's always been alive, no need for restoration Cleanse your mind from the shoddy and substandard
With perspectives that would have your long-held beliefs shattered
Listen to the catalogue so you can spell the difference
of my material and the other spitters you compare me with I know you don't possess the faculties to comprehend
The very essence of the message I'm about to send:
You can write about love You can rhyme about hate
You can write every emotion, no compunction from the stakes This is just about as vulnerable as it gets
Don’t like it? You can write me off, I don't give a shit
Now, I don't mean to kill somebody full of scars But no mercy for the peddlers of lies, the truth's far What you say about me just reflects to who you are
This a warrior in the garden makin’ you taste that fruit of war, Mothafucka!
Scratches (DJ Arthug):
Get on my level (x4)
Can you do it like that? (x4)
Outro:
DJ Art in the house (He can do it like that!) Soupherb's in the house (He can do it like that!) Sakweezy in the house (He can do it like that!) Kev and Eric in the house (He can do it like that!) The Labrats in the house (They can do it like that!)
Derailed Thugs in the house (They can do it like that!) Glitchin is in the house (They can do it like that!) Yeah, UPRISING in the house and I'm out
