Eddie Ill & D.L. - The Conceited Bastard lyrics

Uh, what what? Supafriendz, uh, uh Straight up and down, ain't no comparing me, see Cause I got some sh** that'll put y'all motherf**ers Back in freestyle therapy, B I make rappers fall like when school starts, like cheap tissue When you're next to my sh** you're getting ripped apart Dissing wack n***as without rehearsal No matter what I say somebody gonna take it personal, so f** it Your man put down the cheddar, n***a we get the pay-oh I make sure you lose a friend for life and be looking for a way home Get dropped on your rap block without leaving a spot Separate you from the jock, I got plans to make you hot Watch an MC and you rot, n***a these flows is crisp When a mic in my hand b**hes is supposed to be like this There's mad n***as that wanna see Mad Sk**z slip Yeah you gonna see me slip, past your a** with your b**h in my whip Get a grip, whoever got the itch then I got the scratch MC's wanna get ga**ed, I feed their a** a lit match All these jealous-a** n***as acting sheisty Better tongue kiss Magic Johnson before they tell me I'm nice But that's aiight, Northside E, conceited times three Come through your town on skis, subtracting MC's Word to Battle be in Lonnie's last name Approach me, all you getting that Plus you getting blown out the f**ing frame Who the n***a that got a big head when he on the mic, pa? Ask a question, answer me (ba*tard, you are) Who the MC that grab the mic and start busting rappers' a**es? (You are you conceited ba*tard) Who be burning beats down leaving you with straight ashes? (You are you conceited ba*tard) Who's the one who put wack MC's right in their casket? (You are you conceited ba*tard) Man these fools, they slower than retarded molasa**, who the nicest? (You are you conceited ba*tard) Ayo, these little n***as in the rap game, they straight lame Had diss you in a rhyme, but these n***as be scared to say your name If a n***a say mine, he getting bagged, kid, I'm a be in the Studio whipping his a** before he can finish his f**ing ad-libs Taking me out? Stop hoping n***as always say they gonna do it, it never get done, it's like voting I get it open, rhymes tying into name Simple and plain, I pull rhymes, one ring and one chain I give a f** about fame, press your luck and quit Mic-wise you realize I ain't that n***a you wanna f** with I'm nice as a b**h with the rhyme, if a n***a say I'm wack He don't know his name, can't walk a straight line Pissy drunk, screaming like Onyx Forgot his social security number, damn near drowning in his own vomit I k** logic, test me friend, you'll be in a club with your clothes On backwards hollaring at a well-known lesbian Half of y'all n***as got wack raps and wack tracks Talking about you representing, putting your town on the map Still, your mother heard your tape and wanted to shoot you And n***as around this b**h wonder why we call ourselves "Super?" Your flows get you free lunch, mine get dough and cash You shouldn't like that your ho got my logo tatooed on her f**ing a** I do all y'all playa haters, believe me You trying to end your career before this sh** even start, come see me Outro: Repeat 2x Who the MC that grab the mic and start busting rappers' a**es? (You are you conceited ba*tard) Who be burning beats down leaving you with straight ashes? (You are you conceited ba*tard) Who's the one who put wack MC's right in their casket? (You are you conceited ba*tard) Man these fools, they slower than retarded molasa**, who the nicest? (You are you conceited ba*tard) "Well that's true" "You are" (Repeat 16x)