Текст песни Mad Skillz - The Conceited Bastard
Mad Skillz - The Conceited Bastard слова песни
Uh, what what? Supafriendz, uh, uhStraight up and down, ain`t no comparing me, seeCause I got some shit that`ll put y`all motherfuckersBack in freestyle therapy, BI make rappers fall like when school starts, like cheap tissueWhen you`re next to my shit you`re getting ripped apartDissing wack niggas without rehearsalNo matter what I say somebody gonna take it personal, so fuck itYour man put down the cheddar, nigga we get the pay-ohI make sure you lose a friend for life and be looking for a way homeGet dropped on your rap block without leaving a spotSeparate you from the jock, I got plans to make you hotWatch an MC and you rot, nigga these flows is crispWhen a mic in my hand bitches is supposed to be like thisThere`s mad niggas that wanna see Mad Skillz slipYeah you gonna see me slip, past your ass with your bitch in my whipGet a grip, whoever got the itch then I got the scratchMC`s wanna get gassed, I feed their ass a lit matchAll these jealous-ass niggas acting sheistyBetter tongue kiss Magic Johnson before they tell me I`m niceBut that`s aiight, Northside E, conceited times threeCome through your town on skis, subtracting MC`sWord to Battle be in Lonnie`s last nameApproach me, all you getting thatPlus you getting blown out the fucking frameWho the nigga that got a big head when he on the mic, pa?Ask a question, answer me (Bastard, you are)Who the MC that grab the mic and start busting rappers` asses? (You are you conceited bastard)Who be burning beats down leaving you with straight ashes? (You are you conceited bastard)Who`s the one who put wack MC`s right in their casket? (You are you conceited bastard)Man these fools, they slower than retarded molasass, who the nicest? (You are you conceited bastard)Ayo, these little niggas in the rap game, they straight lameHad diss you in a rhyme, but these niggas be scared to say your nameIf a nigga say mine, he getting bagged, kid, I`m a be in theStudio whipping his ass before he can finish his fucking ad-libsTaking me out? Stop hopingNiggas always say they gonna do it, it never get done, it`s like votingI get it open, rhymes tying into nameSimple and plain, I pull rhymes, one ring and one chainI give a fuck about fame, press your luck and quitMic-wise you realize I ain`t that nigga you wanna fuck withI`m nice as a bitch with the rhyme, if a nigga say I`m wackHe don`t know his name, can`t walk a straight linePissy drunk, screaming like OnyxForgot his social security number, damn near drowning in his own vomitI kill logic, test me friend, you`ll be in a club with your clothesOn backwards hollaring at a well-known lesbianHalf of y`all niggas got wack raps and wack tracksTalking about you representing, putting your town on the mapStill, your mother heard your tape and wanted to shoot youAnd niggas around this bitch wonder why we call ourselves "Super?"Your flows get you free lunch, mine get dough and cashYou shouldn`t like that your ho got my logo tatooed on her fucking assI do all y`all playa haters, believe meYou trying to end your career before this shit even start, come see meOutro: Repeat 2xWho the MC that grab the mic and start busting rappers` asses? (You are you conceited bastard)Who be burning beats down leaving you with straight ashes? (You are you conceited bastard)Who`s the one who put wack MC`s right in their casket? (You are you conceited bastard)Man these fools, they slower than retarded molasass, who the nicest? (You are you conceited bastard) "Well that`s true" "You are" (Repeat 16x)