1988

歌詞

Uh-huh, yeah Printmatic, you know the name Behind the curtain like the Hunchback of Notre Dame I'll steal the show then your dame Dick her down and drop her off in the pouring rain My mind stays stuck on filth Black cheerleaders and trying to fuck milfs It's only cause I got your moms on tilt You found out it wasn't toothpaste on her quilt Sue me, I told I was sorry But Billy Blanks got you thinkin' that you know Karate You need to know I play matchmaker as a hobby I can introduce speed knots to your body You wanna playa hate, we can take it back to '88 My catalog is analog dog, all cassette tapes And I hope to god that you're a scholar 'ause before I test your rhymes I'm a test your knowledge Crush any attempts to act brolic You the kinda dude I used to lift up in college Hands around your throat like a dog collar Over some small shit like fifty dollars You don't want that dude to come outside again For real, you better stay in the pocket Uh huh, yeah, hah I used to be a purist About the records I've been coppin' Don't nobody care about that shit unless the beat knocks Sometimes I'm on some bassline, 808 shit Now I'm on some old dirty drum-break shit No denyin' Most people listen to their music while they're drivin So the next time you think you've got a classic Throw it in the ride and listen to it in some traffic Make sure you roll the windows down Be honest with yourself about how your shit sounds Life would be better if more people did that I wouldn't have to wade through demos full of crap Too many wack rappers fuckin' up the game Too many independant acts sounding the same Poppin' shit on the net to get a name Give props to each other, sit around and complain Your whole philosophy is flawed when your top 10 Is full of cats you know and nobody that I heard before You need to understand I'm not new to this You rhyme for two bars I know all your influences And ain't none of them tight You all need to put down the fuckin' mic Sounding corny as shit Stay in the pocket