Insist

Lyrics

[Chorus] I can't even remember how long I been doing this It ain't even no trouble at this point it's effortless Still some people wanna step to me and diss If you insist I was in my kitchen I was marinatin' fish Wasn't even thinking I was gonna write this I had to do a double take like, are you serious? If you insist [Verse: EOM] Uh, ayo rules number one and two when it comes to making a beat Don't sample hard drums rinse and repeat Rule number three, chop it up, make it unique And if its weak, never hesitate to hit delete The daily ritual to test the skill Got me on-stage oversees doing large festiv-els With girls just dressed to kill on my testi-cles But one thing you never see me do Is trip about it 1997 listening to Master P Somethinsomethin Maxwell off the Urban Hang Suite [?] was making mad beats Bangin' on build-a-blocks in your mommas four seat ride Back when I stay ashy with the snotty nose Master of the Goldeneye Starfox sixty four I can make a million beats half asleep Before you produce something synonymous with heat Everything I touch is incredible, jack Everything you touch is incredibly wack I'm like the disappointed father arms folded head down in disgust You need to adjust, you're not as robust While my beats bang in the trunk, a honda accord, jeeps, and fords, bentleys, coupes, and trucks with four doors Been dope for seven years and four scores While you playin four square, I was checkin' the scoreboard Reverious, young, black, gifted entrepreneur [?] listening to hits by The Commodores I used to stay high, blunted, and liqour'd out Now I stack cash, and beats in large amounts [Verse: Wax] GRILLIN' CARNE ASADA OUT IN MY BACKYARD Me and "E" freestlyin' about how wack you are Takin' it back to when all I did was rap bars I'd a battled anybody "hey you in that passing car!" Now I'm a professional shoe-in Cuz talkin' shit is what I am incredible at doin' Spent way too much time pacin' back and forth around my room insultin' hypothetical humans You are one hundred percent, pure dumb dummy My ten percent, is your one-twenty You a bum you're crummy, you should run from me Please start a campaign on "go un-fund me" No one can son me, I'll out-rap anybody I could probably out-rap everybody Royal rumble rap battle I'll get everybody A la 1970s karate I'm deadly and godly But I'm peaceful, equivalent to twenty Ghandis Many genres, my catalogue resembles Blondie's Write a verse at Benihana's next to the Hibachi After several sakis, sachi teriyaki ahi's I'm no foodie, I'm nothing like Emeril Lagasse I'm not Hollywood, I roll with a disheveled posse High noon at the dive saloon Karaoke I croon and divide the room Half of 'em think I'm too drunk, off pitch, and stupid The other half think that I'm God's gift to music It's up to yo to make your choice And catch me next season on The Voice [Chorus] I can't even remember how long I been doin' this It ain't even no trouble at this point it's effortless Still some people wanna try to step to me and diss If you insist I was in my kitchen I was marinatin' fish Wasn't even thinkin' I was gonna write this I had to do a double take like, are you serious? If you insist