[Verse One]

Oh here we go again, Mic's 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 here, always talking me down

Bossing me around, scared I'm taking 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 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 ever had money for that stuff?

Cause you can't keep a job

Man, neither can you

I left home in '98. Mom, pa's 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


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And that's me: more skilled, 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


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We constantly have these rivalries (x5)


[[Verse Two]]

Okay, enough with the singer-man, I thought you were a mc

Yeah, I spit raw and sing a smooth melody

I'm multi-talented, you stick to 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 keepin' fresh, not the same old boring stuff

Everyday you call, though

"Bro, you're the sickest! Just give me a beat, man

Come on! I'll fuckin' rip it!"

Some things never change

Yeah I'm still getttin hand-downs, just got my first pair of Hammer Pants now

You a second-rate rapper

What, gettin' bitter cause I rhymed for a year and your boys think I'm better?

Oh, I'll give you credit — you can rhyme

But you only just started and already in your prime

You're only going down while I'm slowly going up

Gettin' higher in this game while you only smokin' up

Fuck you!

Fuck you!!

Bitch, I've 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

You're right, I hope you blow out, just sign to Half-Life!


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