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[00:00.26] I don't smile, I don't frown, get too up or get too down

[00:02.99] I was here, so were you, you came and went, I stuck around

[00:06.98] Still here now, stop me how?

[00:08.74] Your opinion's like a broken calculator, that shit doesn't count

[00:11.72] Shut your motherfucking mouth

[00:13.47] I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

[00:16.50] Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I have

[00:20.49] I said, I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

[00:24.73] Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I have

[00:28.99] Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, I'm in my bag

[00:30.74] Get a little testy when I'm mad, sick of wrestling this iPad

[00:34.50] Unsuccessfully I might add, and I know it's best to leave it live

[00:38.24] But even I get obsessed with reading everything

[00:40.48] And let it get the best of me 'til I snap ('Til I snap)

[00:42.49] But I need to get off the internet (Get off the internet)

[00:44.74] I need to get on the mic (Get on the mic)

[00:46.49] You need to get off the internet (Internet), you need to get you a life

[00:49.24] Why you waste time just to comment on shit? (Comment on shit)

[00:51.74] 'Specially shit you don't like (Shit you don't like)

[00:53.74] Don't like it, don't listen, but don't tell me 'bout your favorite rapper rippin' some shit he didn't write

[00:56.48] What happened to Slim? He was no cap with the pen

[00:59.48] He used to rap like the people this music was for

[01:03.22] He was exactly like them

[01:03.75] Since yo’ dude used to be poor, why can't he tap into him?

[01:05.48] Can't use that excuse anymore

[01:06.74] He's mad at the wind, he's in a nuclear war

[01:09.00] With the cloud he's yelling at it again

[01:10.74] I talk to your mother, she told me she love me

[01:13.24] All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me

[01:14.98] Wants nobody but me, she showed me the dougie

[01:16.74] Can I get a witness like notary public?(Preach)

[01:18.49] She said "Kick some fly shit" (Fly shit)

[01:20.48] I said "I got wings on my ass" (Wings on my ass)

[01:22.22] Told her my dick's a cockpit (Dick's a cockpit)

[01:24.00] I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants)

[01:25.75] Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shit's retarded

[01:27.50] This Instr-is-mental, too many bars, incidental charges

[01:32.24] When did it start? I been cold hearted in this heart

[01:34.73] Since kindergarten, mental sharpness

[01:36.74] Which made Simmoll walk, and Dennis soft 'cause bitch, I invented flossin'

[01:38.98] Yeah, I used to wonder where my next mill gonna come from

[01:42.99] Now, I just wonder where my next mill's gonna come from

[01:46.24] I cannot have no success, unless when I finally make it

[01:50.01] I get to remind all the haters, who shitted on me when I'm on my way up

[01:53.48] My floor is y'all fool's ceilings

[01:56.00] If I was you, I would step or find yourself twisted

[01:57.72] That's how you'll wind up like spiral stairs

[01:59.99] I will swear on a stack of Bibles

[02:01.99] I will tear new behinds out of rivals, even your idols

[02:03.73] I don't care, it's Music to Be Murdered By

[02:05.47] So Bon Iver can swallow a fucking Ja Rule bobblehead

[02:07.73] And die slow like old times (Ha-ha)

[02:09.98] Lone sniper, I hold the micro-phone like a loaded rifle

[02:11.72] My dome's brighter, all I spit from my skull's fire

[02:15.25] All that's missing's a motorcycle with the chrome wires, spoke tires and

[02:17.49] Y'all are flow biters, so I don't gotta explain why they call me a ghostwriter

[02:21.74] I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

[02:25.48] Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had

[02:28.97] I said, I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

[02:32.49] Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had

[02:36.22] (Illa)

[02:36.99] Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, it's in my bag

[02:38.73] I tend to get a little testy when I'm mad

[02:40.99] But gift to gab and pen to pad

[02:42.24] Turn temper tantrums into anthems

[02:43.23] Put lips to ass and kiss the cracks

[02:44.73] Spit your damnedest you're still gonna hit the canvas

[02:46.48] Rippin' rappers that are Insta whippersnappers

[02:48.22] Mr. Mathers is killin' this shit, villainous wit with scandals

[02:50.73] Syllables rip the planet, biblical shit's finna hit the fan

[02:53.49] Anybody wanna go tit for tat's gonna get hit with that

[02:55.50] Then the amygdala hippocampus

[02:57.25] Is gonna trigger the ignoramus

[02:58.46] To think of the most ridiculous shit to spit

[03:00.74] Then pin it against these pitiful rappers

[03:01.97] Insidious, these idiots witty as shit, against me, shitty as MC Hammers

[03:04.49] Hit your whole squad, send a task force in

[03:07.47] If you want it, you're 'bout to get what you asked for then

[03:09.24] Put your helmet on, strap your chin

[03:11.25] You're 'bout to get you a crash course in

[03:12.49] "Who not to start a motherfuckin' rap war with

[03:14.25] Or to go against", fuck would you wanna do that for?

[03:15.74] No offense, but are you retards slow or dense?

[03:18.00] A fuckin' penny has more sense

[03:19.49] Yeah, now you gotta get killed, but it's not a big deal

[03:21.73] But every thought is so ill and so methodical

[03:23.74] Thought I swallowed a pill, I'm startin' to feel like I'm an automobile

[03:26.23] With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel

[03:28.74] Inside a carnival, 'cause I'm plowin' into everyone who wrote snotty articles

[03:30.22] And that explains why the fuck you clowns are all in my grill

[03:33.74] Joy and pain, fortune, fame, torture, shame

[03:36.99] Choice I made, swore someday

[03:38.98] The world would pay, less to lose, more to gain

[03:39.73] Daughters raised, yesterday, glory days, adored and praised

[03:41.97] Ignore the hate, address the fake

[03:44.24] Toured with Dre, tore a page from Jordan King

[03:45.74] Destroyed the game, before you came, enjoy your stay

[03:47.99] Before it's gone away, but the more you claim

[03:50.74] That you're gonna point and aim

[03:52.98] If you join their gang, your shit isn't goin' to bang

[03:53.49] You're just boring, lame and more the same

[03:55.23] You have an enormous chain, but a storm-less brain

[03:56.98] The most you could form is rain

[03:58.25] Your shit is pointless, same as a scoreless game

[03:59.75] So, bitch, quit lyin', you're denyin' like Mr. Porter's name

[04:02.24] Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller

[04:05.24] Eyes rollin' back in my skull like Eli Porter

[04:06.49] Fire motor (Brr), rounds I told to every iota or I load up

[04:09.24] I owe to my motor, mouth

[04:11.00] This is my note to self

[04:12.73] Sometimes you're gonna bomb

[04:14.24] So you might just have to blow yourself up with no one's help

[04:16.74] I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes

[04:19.00] Preemo, take us out

[04:21.49] Writin' in my book of rhymes

[04:26.00] My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes

[04:26.49] I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside

[04:26.74] Writin' in my book of rhymes

[04:38.75] My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes

[04:42.50] I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside