(NewSide)
I been around, NewSide should be ringing a bell
Forget the numbers, what's the price?
They'll pay you to sell
You came to throw a punch? f** it, I came for the belt
Unsigned labelist, now why would I label myself?
I couldn't tell you who I bet, they're too mangled to tell
I'm only waiting for the day that they say something else
Cause I don't think we're in the same league
I been playing this game since '97
Why don't you play with yourself?
Scatter brain, you could try but you can't predict it
Anorexic, skinny jean rappers, like a drivers gift
Sorry, I f** them all up and feed on the competition
Got them wishing, they could draw on the vans of this skits
I'm with a band of misfits
These b**hes can't hold a candle to her, thinking they're cuter than Alexis
They say they balling, rock a pewter in their necklace
Reck this b**h with Cesa, people need to seek the exits
Letting Tripper Getem, a sinner, saint and a winner
Pen the masterpiece and piece together albums for them winners
When they can get as bitter as I am at 28
Spitting liquor in the face of Sony execs
Cause when this sh** is over, they'll see the rise of something bigger
When it rains, it pours and you're about to take a swim
This is ancient force, of course everything is mental
Run it back a couple times so you can take it all in
(Alexis)
Okay, I know you were dying when you saw my name (yeah)
The thought of me just drives you insane
Trying to comprehend the thought of me in your brain
Every time I spit, it's like you got hit with a train (ha!)
I guess I was always a little bit unusual
Called me the rich kid, I was a misfit, I was fine though (yeah)
Everybody's got jokes about the 18 year old white girl who's rapping
But I leave you all clapping and slapping yourselves for leaving me on the shelf
But it's whatever, I'm doing my thing every single day, every single night (yeah)
Keeping up the grind, blinding my eyes from the spotlight
While trying to keep up the fight with these goons
Who try to say, “Girl, what's wrong with you?” (what?)
Well ditto man, I'm just sticking to my plan
But it's alright, I'm sure I'll see you again when you're my number one fan
I'm out
(Tripper Getem)
I'm a misfit, so I did sh**, so explicit
Everything short of a slit wrist
Act a little different, when I'm in this, try to pen this
I got a pen in my appendix
I'm trying to win this, got the flame
Watch me flick bic, I got the flame on that real sh**
Back in school I was always the creative one
Making music till' the day was done
And the haters come, and they hate away, then they fade away, man
Cause I made a way man, this the great escape
The greatest thing I ever done with pick up the mic
The next thing I did was grab the pen to write
And after that night, I ain't never back down
I bet the younger me would love where I'm at now
They used to say I couldn't do what I wanted to
Turned into a misfit, now I do what I wanna do
(H.$.)
Real sh**, imma do what I wants to
If I lit the tongue on a buddy I'll roast ya
Kid playing on the mic, spitting on the corner
H.$. keep em' hot, something like a sauna
Snatch em' , heater beat his a**, why bother
Treat em' like Luke, son his a**, I'm your father
Thinking that I bought her, I don't pay for p**y
But imma f** your daughter, I'm a vet and not a rookie