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[Verse One] Oh here we go again, mics pissed off Rhyme for a year think he's all Hip Hop Well excuse me please Mr. 10 year veteran It looks like the fame might be going to your head again Look I've had it up to hear, always talking me down Bossing me around, scared I'm taking your crown Not even in the slightest Ya we'll see Man you wouldn't write shit if it wasn't for me You Ain't have no cd's no free beats, no trips you Ain't Grateful for none of that shit wait run it back kid, you Ain't paid me a buck why you think I never had money for that stuff Cause you cant keep a job Man neither can you I left home in 98' mom and pops still ya crew Fuck it I'll get personal, put it in perspective You grew up with a silver spoon and never learned a lesson Everything was handed to you That wasn't my choice, mom and dad only had enough money for only one boy And that's me more skill more sick more ill more spit more flow, let's go, no joke No bro let me tell them how it really is I'm more ill more balanced more real and more talented Songtexte We constantly have these rivalries [x5] Okay enough with the singer man I thought you were a mc Ya I spit raw, and sing a smooth melody I'm multi talented, you stick to the basics You find what you good at and never ever change it Ya I found what I'm good at, I say I got a formula Still keep it fresh not the same old boring stuff Everyday you call tho Bro you're the sickest just give me a beat man come on I'm fuckin rippin' Some things never change Ya I'm still getttin hand outs, jsut got my first pair of Hammer pants now You a second rate rapper What? Gettin better cause I rhymed for a year and your boys think I'm better Ohhhh, I'll give you credit you can rhyme But you only just started and already in your prime Your only going down while I'm slowly going up Gettin higher in this game while your only smokin up Fuck you!!! Fuck you!!!!! Bitch I've had it with your attitude Ya but I'm your brother so really what can ya do? Your still gonna give me beats for free Your right, I hope you blow yo your signed to half life And that's me more smart more skill more sick more ill more spit, more flow, let's go, no joke No bro let me tell them how it really is I'm more ill more balanced more real and more talented Aus Songtexte Mania