Dirt Nasty - Rap, Rap, Rap lyrics

[Verse one] In my red dice ice cream jeans don't try me They only compliment the style of this rhymin' dude I'm designing a new way to move weight That don't involve no coke, just my music After my due date, Dues Paid, Tuesday, crews say Lucky even bumps in they hooptie I'm a new day, y'all some old news Your girls a groupie, didn't know how to choose Or didn't have a choice, I use a better voice A better song selection an antidote to makin' noise I'm into breakin' toys, y'all into fakin' poise Confidence, not convinced, don't believe your boys Just keep on bookin' tours, perform for empty floors Sell a couple thousand records, press a thousand more Impress a couple hundred fans so you can make 'em yours It's like the Making Of The Band up in this underworld [Hook] I'm not complaining, I'm explaining what you shouldn't do Just because you have ambition doesn't make it true True indeed, feed of this get inspired Then inquire what you lack, take my spot when I retire Rap, rap Rap your little rapper hearts out Emo to thug hop, ain't no fast routes Big labels find it hard to make money How you think you 'bout to blow off this underground dummy? [Verse Two] Please If you was ready I would sign you Or Rhymesayers might even get behind you Send your CD to Definitive Jux And if they find your sh** inventive then consider it luck It's the 10th year anniversary of my bunch But I'm thinkin' "Damn, my rents due at the end of the month" Who wants to hunt slash haggle adventure, callin' up stores? Bothering the buyers, tryin' to make 'em pick up more Or maybe hit the studio or rig another tour With the average independents, just a couple of more Man, the fans are so finicky with who they adore And your Myspace music ain't a foot in the door I'm an exceptional professional pessimist Plenty people got bad taste so there's a chance for your success in this So keep pressin' it Or quit messin' with the over saturation in the scene peep the evidence [Interlude] [Excerpt from the motion picture Half Baked] f** you. f** you. f** you. You're cool. f** you I'm out! [Excerpt from the motion picture Spaceballs] How many a**holes we got on this ship anyhow? (YO!) I knew it. I'm surrounded by a**holes [Hook]