Adam WarRock - Get Smart lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo consider this the SATs of hip hop Cause in my list of talent agencies They got the fake disease Because they never learn their lessons And recommended[?] some straight edge kids Why would you say that sh**? Yeah you ain't a gang banger You ain't a drug dealer That sh** ain't been cool Since '97 neither You just a wannabe rap star with no sk**s And when you're on the mic Talking about how you're so real Well how real is this: I used to spit since '96 at open mics And battle cats before Adam existed With intelligence, compa**ion that I keep feeding you I know it's torture but it's only cause I needed to (torture motherf**ers) Do a little more than just say how dope I am You can feel it in your soul That's what I hope I can With a business plan that'll defy the odds Call me the rapping Steve Jobs Check my turtle neck [Hook 1: Adam WarRock & Jesse Dangerously] Rappers wanna get buck I wanna get smart They wanna get crunk I wanna make art These stupid rappers better leave it alone Thinkin' that a shoe is a phone Jesse come on Yo rappers wanna get buck I wanna get smart They wanna get crunk I wanna make art These stupid rappers better leave it alone Thinkin' that a shoe is a phone I mean come on [Verse 2: Jesse Dangerously] Man don nada The brain pops gutter Infinity mind bender Wave antennae Bang don data up a cast Batten down the hatch Smash into the battered math You're in the streets You're in the industry You're indiscreet you dim bone With a crease? Injuries and insults Thin skin numbskulls There's nothing wrong with getting drunk in public But come on already Your songs are f**ing junk You got that look in your eye Your [?] Bring it out the code of silence I know you got a hundred hunchmen Runnin' up to bust guns I don't believe you Would you believe it's just one? no Would you belive a hustle? no Would you belive or trust fund? no Would you believe a shirt with pizza crust crumbs? I ain't done I got a lot of secret agents Ninety nine's just one [Hook 2] Rappers watching Scarface I'm watching Get Smart They're watching Stargate I watch you fall apart Them s**ist rappers Sound like a**holes be gone Fake [?] trying to grapple the throne[?] Come on [Adam WarRock] Now see here on the phonograph If you open it up on the inside there's a gun there On the side of the microphone There's a bu*ton that shoots out a poisonous dart You want to keep these close to your persons Because you never know what kind of crafty individuals You'll run into Agent Beefy, status report please [Verse 3: Beefy] Pay attention get your head out of your elbow Educated generation turned into sacks of potatoes Your corruption it is coming they pretend like they know Surprising just how quickly chaos can grow outta control Saving your soul though your nose Should be inside of your textbook Instead of finding out how many opiates he took Probe as many avenues as you can explore Instead they follow shallow lives littering on the Jersey Shore Kick in the door They say the test scores are lower so they dumb it down Which makes the scores lower more So they dumb it down some more A vicious cycle like a razor blade and wash machine You treat it like a Game Genie cheat is what I wanna mean We've gotten lazy like a lazy boy on holiday We can't define a [?] we condoned their higher rates of pay And their descendents they won't leave us alone They're taking things that we should know And put it up on a smart phone [Hook 3: Beefy & Adam WarRock] Dummies wanna get laid I wanna get smart You want to make bank I wanna make art The ignorant should probably leave it alone Read a book for once Get off of your phone people come on Rappers wanna get buck I wanna get smart They wanna get crunk I wanna make art These stupid rappers better leave it alone Thinkin' that a shoe is a phone I mean come on