Rivalries...
Rivalries...
Oh, here we go again
Mike's pissed off
Rhyme for a year,
Think he's all hip hop
Well excuse me, please
Mr. Ten-year-veteran
It looks like the fame
Might be goin' to your head again
Look, I've had it up to here
Always talkin' me down,
Bossin' me around
Scared I'm takin' your crown?
Not even in the slightest.
Yeah, we'll see.
Man you wouldn't write shit,
If it wasn't for me.
You would have no CDs,
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 ever
Had money for that stuff?
Cause you can't keep a job!
Man, neither can you!
I left home in '98,
Ma and Pa still your crew.
Fuck it,
I'll get personal,
Put it in perspective.
You grew up with a silver spoon,
Never learned a lesson,
Everything was handed to you.
That wasn't my choice,
Mom and dad only had enough money to put in one boy.
And that's me,
More skill, more sick, more ill, more spit, more flow, lets go, no joke.
No bro,
Let me tell em how it really is,
I'm more ill, more balanced, more real and more talent.
We constantly have these rivalries... (rivalries)
We constantly have these rivalries...
We constantly have these rivalries... (rivalries)
We constantly have these rivalries...
K, enough with the singin' man
I thought you were an MC...
Yeah I spit raw,
And sing a smooth melody!
I'm multi-talented,
You stick with the basics,
You find what you're good at
And never, ever change it.
Yeah I found what I'm good at,
I say I got a formula,
Still keep it fresh,
Not the same old boring stuff,
Every day you call though...
"Bro, you're the sickest man, just give me a beat man, come on I'll fuckin' rip it!
Some things never change.
Yeah, I'm still gettin' hand outs
Just got my first pair of hammer pants now
You a second-rate rapper
What? Getting fed up?
Cause I rhyme for a year,
And your boys think I'm better?
Oh, I'll give you credit,
You can rhyme,
But you've only just started and already in your prime.
You only goin' down,
While I'm slowly goin' up.
Gettin' higher in this game,
While you only smokin' up.
Fuck you!
Fuck you, bitch
I had it with your attitude
Yeah, well I'm your brother,
So really what can you do?
You're still gonna give me beats for free
Yeah, you're right,
I hope you blow up,
Just get signed to HalfLife.
And that's me,
More smart, more sick, more art, more spit, more flows, lets go, no joke.
Nah, bro
Let me tell 'em how it really is
I'm more ill, more balanced, more real, and more talent.
We constantly have these rivalries (rivalries)...
We constantly have these rivalries...
We constantly have these rivalries (rivalries)...
We constantly have these rivalries...
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