Dump Out Lyrics

It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream Concious, backpack, scratch that, same thing I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix And I can't take this If the game needs a new look, I'm a do a tummy tuck and a face lift And everything I say in these pages Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this But I'll be debatin it, it's a bit outragous Like it's an air virus, and this shits contagious I'm downloadin like niggaz actually play this Maybe I'm buggin out, maybe I'm on a spaceship See I was on my stay out chill shit The way Mouse kills shit, I'm here just to lay out real shit Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin rims That shit got played out real quick See some wrote him off, some said he was done Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run I don't enjoy bein shunned, so I'm back as Neo Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet I heard it if you said it You wrote it on online then I read it, now I match it nigga bet it Cause I remember clearly Once "Pump It Up" stop soarin, there's a few mother fuckers stopped callin See I remember shit spread like cancer I would call folks said, folk ain't answer A few chicks runnin started pullin they pants up A few stopped actin like my private dancer But a lightbulb hit once they started the neglictment See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy Can't be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard' I just let niggaz get a head start I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase Nah spead out pace, and I'll still win the race See I'm joggin Other niggaz legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin You got the crown, pass off like Stockton It's time to work, I'm offically clocked in He is a problem, weavin and bobbin' Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him I can't leave, even though it's big options Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin' Don't ask me how I'm doin, I been better Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater I'm far from a "YES" man, I'm a trend setter It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta Don't put niggaz in the same sink as me I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit They don't use to ink like me Niggaz don't even think like me Who sees what I'm watchin, he ain't poppin' Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in WAIT, start again, it's a privilege to breath the same air that I farted in They want no parts with him I dare niggaz catagerious me If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours I had other ideas, while hittin' loot I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit See I'm thinking Grammy's Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy Each day there's a "W", it felt like heaven I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin' R&B on, looked and felt like Meagon Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin Talk very fly Least until I baught every pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx Trying to sound like somebody that already died The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em Now if you don't sell 5 mill, they had enough of 'em Let me find out Hip Hop's turnin' Republican I'll sum it up to what he is about Still new to both, they still feelin' him out Things were type blam, Joey seasoned him out I'm the nicest dude out since "Reasonable Doubt" Say it ain't so Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggaz gay on the low So live, who can see 'em, no guy I'm the Mets, was suppose to be ill in '05 As ill as the flow gets, need a piller don't snitch So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06 About to OD, anybody that know me Can tell you I'm bout to make shit feel like it's '03 More like '99 No names should be mentioned but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around Or 2pac without Humpty around Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song Cam'ron during "Children Of The Corn" Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em I'm talkin '95, Big L before they killed 'em Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit Canibus, no album out before the L shit Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name On my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit Rappers don't need trouble with I Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I Or Talib with Mos, Common before "Be" If they any less common, don't put 'em before me See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet Tell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out I toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth I probably fool cats, cause I don't ride out in some big car In the streets, like I ain't some big star And these young mother fuckers, is about to fuck up Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car No name, but it's no sublime Nigga you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far Your buzz still fucked, you a liar money Joe's still spendin "Pump It Up", "Fire" money Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me Call ass cap, maybe be at mines for money Please, what's wrong wit 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit 'em Ain't too many dudes out there, out performin 'em Some require these skills, I was born wit 'em Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit 'em Jump Off, I'm the best to happen He's the answer, the who's got the next in rappin' I suggest you ask 'em If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's Some were Top 20, till I crept right passed 'em It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it nigga Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it nigga Still peelin' it nigga If I only get 'em two times, just know it was the dilinger nigga It's that music, don't know how to act music Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out "Crack Music" Car jack music, out what they lack music Send my little man, get rid of the pack music That I'm back music, that click clack music That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music Now who said they fuckin' with me They just said that fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)