Nothing’s Changed

Lyrics

Eddie Ill & D.L. ft. Mr. Complex, Rise, and Eddie Brock - "Nothing's Changed" [Emcee(s): Mr. Complex, Rise, and Eddie Brock] [Producer(s): Nick Wiz] [Scratches: [?]] [Hook: Samples with Scratches] "Act up, get clapped up" - Sample from Malik B on The Roots ft. Dice Raw - "Don't See Us" "My mind is the nine" - Sample from Malik B on The Roots ft. Dice Raw - "Don't See Us" (x2) "Act up, get clapped up" - Sample from Malik B on The Roots ft. Dice Raw - "Don't See Us" "My mind is the nine" - Sample from Malik B on The Roots ft. Dice Raw - "Don't See Us" (x2) [Verse 1: Mr. Complex] Yo, instead Of pointing out, people be like, "Yo, he ripped it," before They even heard the rhyme. These are matters of fact These are matter of time, these are matters I take Into my own hands like wiping my own ass. You should be a model You're so fashionable, ill rational, I'm Passing through like a patrolman on beat I'm flowing on-beat, which is weirder than rhythm. 'Cause the Beat is the pulse, you could get beat to pulps or Preach in the pulpit. I'm trying to take the money, I cake The money like deodorant chips under your armpits Our wits come together like man and woman Or similarly break up if you don't be doing What you're supposed ta or even come close ta You could ponder on the thought as I ponder roast of Your ass like a T-bone. Yo, let it be know you'll end up A has-been—check the diagram that has been shown Your minds get blown like hot soup. Heard you got a Hot group, but you need to regroup for that hot soup. Uh! [Hook: Samples with Scratches] "Act up, get clapped up" - Sample from Malik B on The Roots ft. Dice Raw - "Don't See Us" "My mind is the nine" - Sample from Malik B on The Roots ft. Dice Raw - "Don't See Us" (x2) "Act up, get clapped up" - Sample from Malik B on The Roots ft. Dice Raw - "Don't See Us" "My mind is the nine" - Sample from Malik B on The Roots ft. Dice Raw - "Don't See Us" (x2) [Verse 2: Rise] On mics I switch styles, personalities, behaviors Rise, I'm so deep, I can't get my pagers Rhymes I write'll be passed down and live to ages Of computerized cops, no Glocks but cocked lasers Programmed to be racist to black faces Move on sidewalks in antigravity Asics Sacred statues of me holding the mic stand I'm so great that textbooks portray me as a white man Your lifespan'll shrink, pride go in the drain. So hot I'll stay dry when I go in the rain. I'm going To reign, I'll have you niggas going insane 'til natives- -'ll worship mics and kill ghosts in my name. I rep Twenty-Four/Seven, my bed never slept in I live, spin and hold a show down like a Western Burn emcees like Salem cigarettes of witches Nice since my grandmoms was dreaming of fishes [Hook: Samples with Scratches] "Act up, get clapped up" - Sample from Malik B on The Roots ft. Dice Raw - "Don't See Us" "My mind is the nine" - Sample from Malik B on The Roots ft. Dice Raw - "Don't See Us" (x2) "Act up, get clapped up" - Sample from Malik B on The Roots ft. Dice Raw - "Don't See Us" "My mind is the nine" - Sample from Malik B on The Roots ft. Dice Raw - "Don't See Us" (x2) [Verse 3: Eddie Brock] Eddie Brock The name sends tremors through every block. Ready Or not, here's the Desert MAC—get steady shots I give lumps that cause amnesia, call 'em "Forget-Me-Knots" Rips rappers to shreds, toss 'em up, make confetti drop You're smoking heavy rocks coming with petty plots that's as Effective as trying to bribe me with something I already got I rise to occasion like a standing ovation, exponential Potential breaks it down to standard notation Take you down under where you can't manage floatation Make you drown from the water damage to your location Play your ground, home court advantage, air rotation on your shot It's still locked without chance for parole or probation I could dance with your soul by chanting my quotations and hold it For ransom, demanding a handsome donation Phonetic phantom phasing you physically, split you down the middle Like symmetry. Soon after your pops, after your mom's Special delivery, magical shots blast from my palm This is professional wizardry. Subject you to Perpetual intellectual misery. Me F-ing You mentally is inevitable like questions To mysteries [Hook: Samples with Scratches] "Act up, get clapped up" - Sample from Malik B on The Roots ft. Dice Raw - "Don't See Us" "My mind is the nine" - Sample from Malik B on The Roots ft. Dice Raw - "Don't See Us" "Act up, get clapped up" - Sample from Malik B on The Roots ft. Dice Raw - "Don't See Us" "My mind is the nine" - Sample from Malik B on The Roots ft. Dice Raw - "Don't See Us"