No Room

Lyrics

Kenny Diaz ft. Pyramindz ft. Paragraphics and Reddawn - "No Room" [Emcee(s): K-Strong (of Paragraphics), Matrix, Son of Spock (AKA Jedi Bateria), and Oblivent] [Producer(s): Kenny Diaz] [Verse 1: K-Strong (of Paragraphics)] Personificate lyrical styles, articulate Subtract from the fake, feeble minds disintegrate Dialate, D's possess my state of mind in a metropolis Rotten as hell, verbs connect, niggas is watching us Tune in on your frequency modulation.  I write Rhymes with admiration, precise accusations, facing The galaxy, mental incarceration, nasty My disposition's like sanitation, won't have You waiting. By now, you know my occupation, and fuck Commercial-ass raps that get played on stations. I'm sub- -terrain, niggas, y'all can't dig me with a shovel. You could Front on airplay, but, yo, I still blow your bubble, tap Your cabbage with the mathematics, lyrics disasterous, mind Causes catastrophe, niggas don't want no part of me I'm never ordinary rhyme, it's something like potassium We burst the diaphragm, my speech is ill—no need for asking him Ill as this in your respiratory. In this vicinity Intellectuality collides with polarity To make a man in me, slowly losing my sanity Or can it be that niggas ain't ready for the potencies? [Verse 2: Matrix] I'm totally opposite from you same-sucker cyclones Artificial legacies, you don't impress me I refuse to be your customer, and I'm not gonna buy Your shit for a half-a-second, you're a half-assed discount You amount out to no cents. You tried to add tax But that's just additional nonsense. Kill the act Get in conscious, face the facts: you, your concepts in raps Are purchased, but your shit still ain't worth it I possess unlimited percentages, so you Sons of rejects have respect for your elders I'm the advanced adult, you're the simpleton sibling With no identity, yo, meaning mimicking is what you're Portraying, so before you raise your voice to me Think not once but twice and change your choices, see? There's no room for those who can't move a crowd (Aha, hit 'em one time, go in) [Hook: Matrix] There's no room for those who can't move a crowd. I knock 'Em down 'cause I ain't proud with what they stand for I give 'em all I got, yet they still want more Fuck these niggas who want more (Paragraphics, Reddawn, and Pyramindz, what?) There's no room for those who can't move a crowd. I knock 'Em down 'cause I ain't proud with what they stand for I give 'em all I got, yet they still want more These niggas want… (Pyramindz, Paragraphics) [Verse 3: Son of Spock (AKA Jedi Bateria)] All you Rappers accuse actors of talking shit and acting more Dramatic than violins alone with your pianolist pulling Your strings, but this ill lyricist Pyramind kid will end this Fiction music and abuse your mental like kids at carnival My books is scriptures, articles, pages that ancient, and chapters Soon, lyrics add up into novels, which explains aspects Some flee, most concepts all in experience Which must be a conspiracy that you emcees wanna go against me But giving me too much information, so you're aiding your enemy This wise man don't brag or boast about his plans. I just scan To reach mankind, but their lyrics and language sort of Similar to cavemen who are uncivilized. I minimize Information similar to your wages. I got more patience than a Christian waiting for the Pope's arrival. I'm liable To any access with a mic over my head like it's Bible My title is R-E-double-D-A-W-N You couldn't dodge the fifth apocalypse with lyrics As bullets that sever, I'm coming in all angles Counterclockwise and chronological order [Verse 4: Oblivent] You play that sideline from tipoff to halftime or Sit as a spectator, hoping to see celebrities Comedians and other types of entertainers, hoping to build Popularity fast from fans just off an autograph, but you Work with a half-assed staff who had you approach coke. I wrote With the first-class. You have a nowhere career and wish you were near An atmosphere, overpopulated star neighborhood Censors are coming for Hollywood, your high hopes subpoenaed, B-roll In a double feature, but you oughta been cast as an extra to stand in a crowd [?] no footprints or stars on a Hollywood walk Also, no late-night shows 'til twelve. From Hall of Fame to Hall of Shame And now you punch clocks to buy shirt, socks, stuffy shirts Spliff and sack in that hatch to your occupation of every day cleaning crock And I assume you're a costume in a room of moppers—yo, props I know you're not waiting for applause. Get those drawers 'cause you know what you Are now and what you're gonna be later: nothing but a gelatin And imitator, so find yourself soon and we can do lunch. After I murk Yo, crunch and munch-munch, come bunch and pounded when ground into Beef, punk. Packages contain your address from 90210 So no one needs to know I'm coming after you on Punk-Ass Avenue, wherever At night, it don't matter the weather, so I'm telling you To get and keep your motherfucking act together (Get 'em out of here) [Hook: Matrix] There's no room for those who can't move a crowd. I knock 'Em down 'cause I ain't proud with what they stand for I give 'em all I got, yet they still want more There's no room, there's no room There's no room for those who can't move a crowd. I knock 'Em down 'cause I ain't proud with what they stand for I give 'em all I got, yet they still want more There's no room, there's no room There's no room for those who can't move a crowd. I knock 'Em down 'cause I ain't proud with what they stand for (Get 'em out of here) I give 'em all I got, yet they still want more There's no room, there's no room [Outro: Matrix] There's no room. Pyramindz, Paragraphics, Reddawn