Testify / The Next One - Intellectual

[Part I: Testify]

[Intro: Eminem]

Yeah!

Come on! Come on! ATL!

Yeah, haha! Woo!

If you feel like you've been touched, by our music that is

[Verse 1: Eminem]

Nowadays, everybody just wanna poke they nose

Up in our business, what is this, some kind of joke?

Man, everywhere I go, all I'm hearin' is mo' talk

"What's up with Jada and Fat Joe? Doin' a song with ol' boy on the song New York?

Man, I thought you just went and did a song with 'em both?

Man, the streets wanna know how you gonna go and diss Michael?

You should get your ghetto pass revoked"

I ain't never had no ghetto pass, you asshole, you really wanna know

When I did live in the ghetto, I'd catch a trespassing charge up at the railroad tracks

So I suggest you get your facts straight 'fore you go, this assuming to know

I ain't grow up in no trailer park just cause I was poor

Man, this is my testimo-ny, now those that don't know

Me or feel like they do and feel to feel compelled to go and speak on me too

So, this dick goes to you and this dick goes to you

And if you feel like you want it, then you can get it too

And when you're through, pass it to the person next to you

Ayo, Stat, get on the mic and come and spit a few

[Verse 2: Stat Quo]

Motherfuckers so quick to spit bullshit

Stat Quo, who's this? Em gave me the assist

Shorty got a full clip, standing in the pulpit

A-Town misfit, reppin' that south shit

Back for, some years ago, foe was hating, I hear them

My flow is skatin' across the track, rollerbladin'

Losing patience, want to get on chasing but this taking all my energy

Tired of waitin', people fakin', frontin', like they kin to me

When they really enemies

Give a fuck what it is, cause this what it's gonna be

Shady/Aftermath, lately, GMM, baby

Young nigga out them projects, Thomasville, Grady

Hospital, Freida's only baby

Niggas bitin' my style get rabies

Fuck you, pay me, eat a cock, swallow shit

And plus you ain't fuckin' with this, so don't trip, haha

[?] what an incredible twist, I write credible script that fit in with

The block is in this, now testify to this

Let it bang when you hear this is classic shit, yeah!

[Part II: The Next One]

[Intro: Stat Quo]

Woo! Yeah!

Yeah, ease into it

[Chorus: Stat Quo]

I'm the next one, next one

Motherfuckers can't fuck with me, with me

Got a problem, shorty, come get me, get me

Nah, I ain't Dr. Dre, nah I ain't Eminem or 50, dog, I'm Stat

[Verse 1: Stat Quo]

As I think back, retract, from the classroom to the trap

Freida's only son had to hustle for scraps, it's hard to relax

When your wage minimum, being broke, fuck, with my adrenaline

Before Dre and Eminem, I was tryna get on, demo tapes, state to state

Performin' at clubs, doin' whatever it take, relyin' on faith

Hopin' my dreams take shape and my fate meeting (?)

I would wait for these A&Rs say I ain't grind, bitch

Spendin' my last dime on this studio time, shit

A lot of folk told me I was stupid for tryin' this

Situation crucial feds off in my climate

Takin' pictures of me, it was ugly

The spot got hot, scene felt like curry

Had my vision blurry till Underground Atlanta

Hit the streets, me and Zeke put a plan together

Shorty, it's now or never, down to do whatever

You see the rainfall came, but I had to bare that weather

Look, your boy need cheddar, like a mil or better

I was fed up but the benefit was worth the effort

[Bridge 1: Stat Quo]

I was patiently waitin'

Used to get love, now the same niggas hatin'

[?]

Partner, don't get it separated or twisted you can't fade us

Stat the wrong motherfucker to play with, understand me

[Bridge 2: Eminem]

If you open your ears long enough to listen you may hear what you been missin' out all of this time

I been put in position to put others in position so quit your bitchin', learn how to rhyme, get signed and get your shine

[Verse 2: Eminem]

It's like this and like that and uh

Welcome to Statlanta

Shady/Aftermath and uh

A brand new rapper from Atlanta who goes by the name of Stat Quo

Introducin' our new excuse to keep producin', continue to do music, use it and expand it and make rap grow

The hottest new shit on a planet on a new plateau

But don't confuse it, you don't understand it, let me break it down for you to show you how we do shit so that you cats know

This is Statlanta 101 cause we don't want no one walkin' out this motherfucker with tunnel vision

So, anyone with questions you want answered just ask 'em, we'll try to unmask 'em and maybe explain why so few cats blow

Just spit the truth when you get in this booth and do that, though

That there boy, he hot to death, you already knew that, though

Is he the greatest from the ATL? We got haters all day to debate us

So we'll just say this: he's one you wouldn't want to tackle

[Bridge 3: Stat Quo]

I got caviar wishes, Box Chevy dreams

CD covers, TV screens

The booth or the block [?] triple beam

I'ma make it by any means, ha, ha, ha

Fuck what you're sayin', God put me here to shine

Goin' on to white-collar crime

The rhyme or the grind, MPC or the 9

I'ma make it, I need mine, ha, ha, ha

[Verse 3: Stat Quo]

I could care less, fuck y'all, you don't make or break me

Real niggas love me, pussy niggas hate me

Down bitches ride for Stat Quo, they know

The A-Town D Young County be trill folk

Didn't no other label offer me no deal

Till they found out Shady/Aftermath was interested

Then they started to bid, want the truth? There it is

This ain't a gimmick, this the south, and I be that kid

Just ride through watching lines of his rhymes

In time you gon' find you on a great trip