You’re Welcome

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Swifty McVay] From Detroit to Madagascar International platinum plaques are hanging all over my glass wall We done burned a lot of killers, we lighter fluid spitters Pay homage to J Dilla. I thank the Tribe for gettin' him Motor City niggas with mob ties created a rapper like Big Proof, the realest nigga that died Got Elzhi, my Hip Hop Shop alumni Got Royce da 5'9" and Paradime, salute to that! Slum Village and Phat Kat Kuniva will backslap a rapper and have him askin' for his ass back Eminem had mastered his craft, made a pact and he came back Now Dirty Dozen spazzin' on the masses We grabbed the industry by the Adam's apple I'm after the capital, savin' the rap game is what I have to do Hazardous. Lyrically and physically, yeah I'm the shit I got your rap style in a Heimlich, bitch! [Hook: Swifty McVay and Guilty Simpson] You're welcome! We responsible for stoppin' you from hoppin' in hospitals You better (show us some gratitude) nigga! You're welcome! You incompetent, so now you wanna holla at my crew and I'm wonderin' (What's with the attitude?) You're welcome! You aggravated the game was resuscitated and we saved it, damn! (Show some appreciation!) Greatness in the makin'. We're the ones you should be thankin' (Simpson) Stop hatin' You're welcome! [Verse 2: Guilty Simpson] They told me I would never be shit But through a song, I'd forever be this, now sing along Days off with my heater on, I'm not the one to try to sneak up on Wave the white flag, I'm never stag, the Desi blasts Bring you punches for the heavy bag, but I hit back I diss packs and watch 'em cry on impact Right before they gettin' their shit snatched I never changed. Tell you nothin' niggas I'm everything I peddle slang through the ghetto range And beyond that, my contact even hits home, where it's calm at Far from the echoes of combat Where the pigs circle your cars at and attack turn to hearts black So I'm thankful for the art of rap Through the music, they're a part of that [Hook: Swifty McVay and Guilty Simpson] You're welcome! We responsible for stoppin' you from hoppin' in hospitals You better (show us some gratitude) nigga! You're welcome! You incompetent, so now you wanna holla at my crew and I'm wonderin' (What's with the attitude?) You're welcome! You aggravated the game was resuscitated and we saved it, damn! (Show some appreciation!) Greatness in the makin'. We're the ones you should be thankin' Stop hatin' You're welcome! [Verse 3: Swifty McVay] Pay homage If you're shit ain't polished, you gettin' attack by this brutally honest, cold, lyrical tyrant Balancin' on a tree branch with one foot meditatin' don't wanna be bothered A scholar of hip hop before the dollar As it multiplied, I became a monster, writin' constant Freestlyin' at After Hours, and guzzlin' scotch while all the people watchin', now the spirit of lyricism devours it Now I stand on top of a tower watchin' these rappers like the city of Gotham with no cape The assignment is to drop in these rappers' studio booths with a bomb to threaten them all to step they game up or they gone Or you could get lyrically beat the fuck up like anime The hell with your resume or your music, I don't let it play I used to smash their cassette tapes back in the day, and then I stepped in the booth to slay [Hook: Swifty McVay and Guilty Simpson] You're welcome! We responsible for stoppin' you from hoppin' in hospitals You better (show us some gratitude) nigga! You're welcome! You incompetent, so now you wanna holla at my crew and I'm wonderin' (What's with the attitude?) You're welcome! You aggravated the game was resuscitated and we saved it, damn! (Show some appreciation!) Greatness in the makin'. We're the ones you should be thankin'. Stop hatin' You're welcome!