Mad Skillz - The Conceited Bastard Lyrics
Uh, what what? supafriendz, uh, uhStraight up and down, aint no comparing me, seeCause I got some shit thatll put yall mother*****ersBack in freestyle therapy, bI make rappers fall like when school starts, like cheap tissueWhen youre next to my shit youre getting ripped apartDissing wack niggas without rehearsalNo matter what I say somebody gonna take it personal, so ***** 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 *****es is supposed to be like thisTheres mad niggas that wanna see mad skillz slipYeah you gonna see me slip, past your ass with your ***** in my whipGet a grip, whoever got the itch then I got the scratchMcs wanna get gassed, I feed their ass a lit matchAll these jealous-ass niggas acting sheistyBetter tongue kiss magic johnson before they tell me Im niceBut thats aiight, northside e, conceited times threeCome through your town on skis, subtracting mcsWord to battle be in lonnies last nameApproach me, all you getting thatPlus you getting blown out the *****ing 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)Whos the one who put wack mcs 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, Im a be in theStudio whipping his ass before he can finish his *****ing ad-libsTaking me out? stop hopingNiggas always say they gonna do it, it never get done, its like votingI get it open, rhymes tying into nameSimple and plain, I pull rhymes, one ring and one chainI give a ***** about fame, press your luck and quitMic-wise you realize I aint that nigga you wanna ***** withIm nice as a ***** with the rhyme, if a nigga say Im wackHe dont know his name, cant walk a straight linePissy drunk, screaming like onyxForgot his social security number, damn near drowning in his own vomitI kill logic, test me friend, youll be in a club with your clothesOn backwards hollaring at a well-known lesbianHalf of yall 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 ***** wonder why we call ourselves super?Your flows get you free lunch, mine get dough and cashYou shouldnt like that your ho got my logo tatooed on her *****ing assI do all yall 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)Whos the one who put wack mcs 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 thats true you are (repeat 16x)
