"Who?" (lyric, rap, Eminem, freestyle, show)

Looch · 09-09-2006, 02:22 PM

I’m frustrated with these, subordinated
Ill-Sophisticated fools that...get so heated
When I, don’t meet there demands.
“Come on man? How do you expect to be the next Jin or Eminem?”
“What, am I supposed to rap on the spot?
Are you somethin’ hot? I need to show you what I got?”
Suspended thoughts, you livin’ in a cardboard box
The type of kid that just enjoys to talk
But when it comes to confrontation you run off rubbin’ your ****.
You belong in the ground where you deserve to rot.
Yeah, show me your worthless smirk
You think that just because I don’t feel like rappin’ at your request, my **** wont work
Let me ask you a question, do you have any idea how to make your own rhymes?
I would’ve given you some lessons, but you’re just a waste of my time.
I’m fine. You just wish you had my skills
You know only in your dreams that **** would be fulfilled

Keep on talkin’, keep on doubtin’
Keep pushin’ your luck, keep runnin’ your mouth and...
Try to make me do things for you
I got nothing to prove to you.
I got nothing to prove to you.
I got nothing to prove to you

They say when you die in your nightmares, you die in real life.
They next time you go to sleep you might see me with a deadly mic
What am I tryin’ to say? I say you should fear me.
Know why? Cuz I’m ****in’ murderin’ you, lyrically
You say you’re gonna do somethin’? Boy you frontin’
You got nothin’; I see your cards in plain view and you bluffin’.
Your critique? It’s garbage, I don’t want to mess with it.
Even if I threw a hot line, you wouldn’t be able to catch it.
If I don’t want to, then I don’t want to.
What’s so hard to understand? What’s wrong with you?
Do you need me to spit like...32 bars?
Serve it to you on a silver platter? Maybe with a cigar?
I don’t need to do **** for you cuz all you do is judge me
At least when I spit it actually comes from me

Keep on talkin’, keep on doubtin’
Keep pushin’ your luck, keep runnin’ your mouth and...
Try to make me do things for you
I got nothing to prove to you.
I got nothing to prove to you.
I got nothing to prove to you

Nowadays, you don’t know what you're sayin’
You don’t even know what game you're playin’
You say you were just jay kaying
But we all know that you were faking
All stressed out, what's this about, you think I don’t know?
You callin' me slow? Wait a second, put this on hold
Chill the **** out, take a deep breath...
These people are listening but didn't hear a word you said
You put up a strong defense...no, not really.
Sayin’ my beat was wack, that’s why you weren’t feelin’ me.
The only person I gotta prove is myself
And I could do it without interference; no one’s help
The only one who could judge me is the Holy Father
The Great Divine, so don’t even bother.
And you can blow me; you’re below me, ‘homie’.
Don’t pretend to be a friend, bitch, I know you loathe me.

Yeah I got nothin’ to prove to you.[/COLOR]

sleepy jack · 09-09-2006, 02:27 PM

Lol, this makes me think of someone who can't really rap and is trying to make up excuses for it by pretending they just don't wanna do it on spot. Maybe you should take a different approach to it Fiddy.

Looch · 09-09-2006, 02:32 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Crowquill

Lol, this makes me think of someone who can't really rap and is trying to make up excuses for it by pretending they just don't wanna do it on spot. Maybe you should take a different approach to it Fiddy.

it's for people who keep going "come on, freestyle for me man! do it, do it!"

either/or · 09-10-2006, 04:12 AM

'You say you were just jay kaying'

tee hee

09-09-2006, 02:22 PM	#1 (permalink)
Looch Groupie Join Date: Sep 2006 Location: New York Posts: 13	"Who?" I’m frustrated with these, subordinated Ill-Sophisticated fools that...get so heated When I, don’t meet there demands. “Come on man? How do you expect to be the next Jin or Eminem?” “What, am I supposed to rap on the spot? Are you somethin’ hot? I need to show you what I got?” Suspended thoughts, you livin’ in a cardboard box The type of kid that just enjoys to talk But when it comes to confrontation you run off rubbin’ your **. You belong in the ground where you deserve to rot. Yeah, show me your worthless smirk You think that just because I don’t feel like rappin’ at your request, my wont work Let me ask you a question, do you have any idea how to make your own rhymes? I would’ve given you some lessons, but you’re just a waste of my time. I’m fine. You just wish you had my skills You know only in your dreams that would be fulfilled Keep on talkin’, keep on doubtin’ Keep pushin’ your luck, keep runnin’ your mouth and... Try to make me do things for you I got nothing to prove to you. I got nothing to prove to you. I got nothing to prove to you They say when you die in your nightmares, you die in real life. They next time you go to sleep you might see me with a deadly mic What am I tryin’ to say? I say you should fear me. Know why? Cuz I’m in’ murderin’ you, lyrically You say you’re gonna do somethin’? Boy you frontin’ You got nothin’; I see your cards in plain view and you bluffin’. Your critique? It’s garbage, I don’t want to mess with it. Even if I threw a hot line, you wouldn’t be able to catch it. If I don’t want to, then I don’t want to. What’s so hard to understand? What’s wrong with you? Do you need me to spit like...32 bars? Serve it to you on a silver platter? Maybe with a cigar? I don’t need to do for you cuz all you do is judge me At least when I spit it actually comes from me Keep on talkin’, keep on doubtin’ Keep pushin’ your luck, keep runnin’ your mouth and... Try to make me do things for you I got nothing to prove to you. I got nothing to prove to you. I got nothing to prove to you Nowadays, you don’t know what you're sayin’ You don’t even know what game you're playin’ You say you were just jay kaying But we all know that you were faking All stressed out, what's this about, you think I don’t know? You callin' me slow? Wait a second, put this on hold Chill the ** out, take a deep breath... These people are listening but didn't hear a word you said You put up a strong defense...no, not really. Sayin’ my beat was wack, that’s why you weren’t feelin’ me. The only person I gotta prove is myself And I could do it without interference; no one’s help The only one who could judge me is the Holy Father The Great Divine, so don’t even bother. And you can blow me; you’re below me, ‘homie’. Don’t pretend to be a friend, bitch, I know you loathe me. Yeah I got nothin’ to prove to you.[/COLOR]

09-10-2006, 04:12 AM	#4 (permalink)
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