Lyrics

[Intro: Lip The Kid, Beedie & DJ Rated R] Let's do this, 412, Pittsburgh (Yeah, The Ill Spoken; As we keep it movin') It's that 412 music (Lip The Kid) [Chorus: Lip The Kid, Beedie & EZ Mac] It really doesn't matter if I ever sell (Yeah; Uh-huh) I'll be your mic Michelangelo (Yeah), shit, rap's Raphael (Yeah) Sculpture tracks from scratch, what ya think of that? (Yo, yo) Fuck it, I don't give a fuck what you think of Mac [Verse 1: EZ Mac] So where the sky's at, they wonder why you tap while they hidin' back Hawaiian cats, who lie in raps, sayin' that they lie in cash You're kitchen service, flippin' burgers down at Mickey D's I rap like lots of money, and they ain't sick of me And typically, creativity is how you win, you hit the trees (PotentProduct.com) Moms wanted A's and B's, not C's and D's You rippin' when you spittin' 'cause I'm sittin' in the school But y'all the fools, breakin' rules, prison isn't cool Mistaken me for positive, I'm also 'bout the negatives I don't get paid to spit, and if you front, then I'ma egg a bitch I got a grave to dig, 'cause cats are tryna come enslave the kid They wanna be the dude that help me on the route to make it big And when I get the cash, they'll want everything I have But, fuck it, they can keep it, takin' everything but rap What you think of Mac, while I kick it back with my L Yo, where Lip is at, Beedie? Spit some rap farewell [Chorus: Beedie, EZ Mac & Lip The Kid] And it really doesn't matter if I ever sell I'll be your mic Michelangelo, shit, rap's Raphael I just sculpture tracks from scratch, what you think of that? Fuck it, I don't give a fuck what you think of Zach [Verse 2: Lip The Kid] Hit you with a sneak attack Yeah, get slapped for speakin' back, just get beaten back, you'll be leavin' rap In the evenin', we'll be seein' where you sleepin' at Me, Beedie, EZ Mac Ill Spoken, bumpin' Lip The Kid, come see me rap He be layin' urban songs, blazin' herbs and bongs I guess you heard him on that other shit (Shit) You know it's lucky lips, board them other ship He's goin' to space, he's on that rugged tip The type of places the 300 went (Yeah) Try to harm me, killin' armies for the fun of it Talk shit with caution, I'll muzzle it Leavin' MCs clueless, it's puzzlin' How do we this with no discussion Pure amusement with my music, who you fuckin' with? Ba-da-ba-ba-ba, I'm lovin' it Ayo, pass that shit, man, let me hit that L (Yo) [Chorus: EZ Mac, Lip The Kid & Beedie] And it really doesn't matter if I ever sell I'll be your mic Michelangelo, shit, rap's Raphael I just sculpture tracks from scratch, so what ya think of that? Fuck it, 'cause I don't give a fuck, homie [Verse 3: Beedie] Ayo, it's Beedie Crack, come with EZ Mac, we're here to kill you Hang you upside down until you breathin' but you still blue Leave you in a closet full of mildew For real, dude, you steppin' on my shoes and I'ma have to come and shield you You fell through, fucked up your enemy plans On my dick like you tryna get a scent of me, damn Step back, what you tellin' me, man? 'Cause I ain't tryna hear them words, man You herbs ain't a friend of me, fam I never sleep, boy, sleep is the cousin of death And I ain't been asleep in weeks like I'm duckin' from rest Eyes lower than my cheeks when I'm puffin' the sess Life's a game, play your cards, I just shuffle the deck Checkmate, and now you're done, that's the luck of my guess And if I must bust a head for some fuckin' respect, then I will, son Seven blunts is in me and I'm still spun Ill son comin' up, I'm still young [Chorus: Lip The Kid, Beedie & EZ Mac] And it really doesn't matter if I ever sell I'll be your mic Michelangelo, shit, rap's Raphael (Yeah) I just sculpture tracks from scratch, so what ya think of that? (Ill Spoken, y'all know what it is) Fuck it, get 'em (Yeah, let's go) And it really doesn't matter if I ever sell I'll be your mic Michelangelo, shit, rap's Raphael I just sculpture tracks from scratch, so what ya think of that? (Chyeah, holla, Pittsburgh, baby) Fuck it [Outro: Beedie & EZ Mac] East Coast, sea-side of the city (What up, Beedie?) Yeah, that's what's up (Haha), Ill Spoken (You know) Beedie, EZ Mac, Lip The Kid (What up?)