Weak Ideas

Lyrics

[Intro: Sample from Rakim on Eric B. & Rakim - "Move the Crowd"] (x8) Simple, ain't it? But quite clever [Verse 1: Page the Hand Grenade] Another Rapper drops. "He sounds dope. He gets props, but he's Overrated." Ayyo, where does the Buck stop? It stops here when Page the Hand Grenade starts to flow I got the tools. Rapping school? I'm on the honor roll Real emcees attack the wack, but real Emcees sit back, relax, let Page blast the trash It's my turn to burn. They deserve to learn Take away their deals. Who said that these herbs could earn? Buck attacks, he starts from scratch and plays The butcher, I kick backs, he did the track—that man got Got mad clients while some rappers be lying. That's why I burn rappers, but that's similar to an appliance in the Kitchen. Buck with 1200's no suspicion, you know This shit is real. Don't front, there's no conflictions I get heated when other rappers act superior Now we can battle or we could cause "Mass Hysteria" [Hook: Sample from Rakim on Eric B. & Rakim - "Move the Crowd"] (x2) Some of you've been trying to write rhymes for years Simple, ain't it? But quite clever Is this the best that you can make? But weak ideas irritating my ears [Verse 2: O.C.] Ayyo Page, you right. Give me the mic and let me ignite A mere spark. We're smelling blood like shark. Let's take it To the park, back in the stage, engage in battle Rappers telling tales, but, in jails, they tattle Fiction, libbing off with the diction. Now you done Caused me and this nigga to rub you off with some friction Ready to defend? We aren't your old lyrical hero Never a ratio when upon your radio I painted, he stained it. Thoughts infinite, we gon' win it Page'll be on the scene in one huffy minute No, kid, I think the rappers in front of you fainted ("Simple, ain't it? But quite clever") [Hook: Sample from Rakim on Eric B. & Rakim - "Move the Crowd"] (x2) Some of you've been trying to write rhymes for years Simple, ain't it? But quite clever Is this the best that you can make? But weak ideas irritating my ears [Verse 3: Page the Hand Grenade] Now, every time I kick a rhyme, I sound dope I don't brag or boast. Most emcees can't flow It's their fault that they can't talk to music I got the voice plus the sound and acoustics "Who's this?" Well, it's Page. I got two clips Of rhyme ammunition. Sit down—you can't do shit Who's the one that assumes he could rhyme? We could Pull out loot or we could battle for studio time You renege 'cause you know that your rhyme sucks Didn't O.C. tell y'all niggas that y'all "Time's Up"? Y'all didn't listen. It's time to start flipping End your composition or end up in the kitchen You'll feel heat. Ain't it obvious? I'm still deep I'm always up, writing rhymes, I can't get real sleep Open your ears. I kick the flavor for my peers ("But weak ideas irritating my ears") [Hook: Sample from Rakim on Eric B. & Rakim - "Move the Crowd"] (x3) Some of you've been trying to write rhymes for years Simple, ain't it? But quite clever Is this the best that you can make? But weak ideas irritating my ears