[Intro]
You know, ever since I started rappin', I've had people come up to me with complaints and demands saying that I have to stop rappin'. And honestly, that's kind of a dumb request to make. And I've been wanting to say one thing - and I haven't said it - but I'm gonna say it now. Check it out
[Verse 1 - khrys.]
Okay, I've been craft perfectin', track wreckin', makin' toppings, bakin' bread
Adding flavor to the major sandwich headed toward they head
It's a consuming process when I use paper to break lead
So apologies to the critics, ‘cuz I never heard one word they said
(I can't hear you!) Aye-aye captain – don't even try to defy my rappin'
Syllables sick on the beat, meaning the feet infect, but I deny Tinactin
As to why that happens, I choose words in such a fashion
That causes people to be impressed, so don't ask questions and quit your yappin'
No regrets for who hated when it comes to madness we've created
But to those who we kept waiting, we advise to evacuate
We've been waiting to make our debut like Things jumping our crates
And it's the competition's lights we wish to lyrically obfuscate
Is you mad *click* or nah? I know your situation's crappy
But wasting your final thoughts on anger? Think about me; be happy!
The kid you bullied who was the constant subject of many negative vocal schemes
Had come in the game as a man and he returned as a definite Koastal King
[Hook]
Ever since we started, people said that we should quit
But this music that we do is stuff in which we must commit
And in many ways they say it, but no matter what the case
One thought comes to our minds that we won't say to their face
And that's “No sir! f** that!” Let us put this down flat
This rhythmic jargon that we do is one thing we don't s** at
“No sir! f** that!” and with all due respect
Mmm, nah I'll take that back – “No sir, f** that!”
[Verse 2 - King Gud]
k**in' everything they throw in my direction
Goin' so hard - Viagra reaction
Cialis, correction - you get my connection?
All-star status, you call it Barry Bonds
I ain't hearin' you, ho - unless you talkin' bonds
Cash, dinero, hip-hop hero
Number one times you makes me a zero
You get it? You f**er? I called you a zero
I been back when they said I wouldn't go far
Now I'm cruisin' this sh**, just look at my car
I spin these tires like I spin these rhymes
Spittin' these lines like bloods do crimes
It remains a fact that I heart attack
Every beat that I k** - yeah, I know I'm ill
Hip-hop conqueror remains the mission
Keep spittin' it 'til my name is mentioned
[Verse 3 - Olympic]
k**in' this sh** - most n***as frozen in place
Know you're a chosen disgrace
Placed in the world, released this grind
I shine above these devils, please
Do what I see - pa**ive actions make they minds [?]
As if I done reached a level you can only see in dreams
Time is money - [?]
Purple sprites po'd up, they sippin'
Got you leanin' watchin' pockets
Monster on me, better watch 'em
People love it when you give in
Please don't come close within
See, this [?] range right here's enough
To permeate your skin, ayyyye
[Hook]
Ever since we started, people said that we should quit
But this music that we do is stuff in which we must commit
And in many ways they say it, but no matter what the case
One thought comes to our minds that we won't say to their face
And that's “No sir! f** that!” Let us put this down flat
This rhythmic jargon that we do is one thing we don't s** at
“No sir! f** that!” and with all due respect
Mmm, nah I'll take that back – “No sir, f** that!”
[Verse 4 - khrys.]
We've gone and we plan to go so far that there ain't no need for milestone-in'
You're aimin' at people that been at this longer compared to y'all shōnen
Everything we do comes Maseo, Trugoy, and Pos, bro
So slow your roll, homie – why the hell you ain't got no moss on you?
[Verse 5 - King Gud]
Slow it down, slow it down - they know I got the crown
Givin' it up so unlikely; my whole crew, they just like me
They want the cream, they want the cheddar; compared to you, they know they better
No sir, f** that - we ain't never goin' wack
[Verse 6 - khrys.]
Things are going smooth for us like the cream of the cream of the crop is
We applaud you for your effort, but thing is – tryna stop us
Is like climbing up Mt. Everest to touch the summit, then climb back down
Only to dive down to Mariana Trench's floor to see what's really poppin'
[Verse 7 - Olympic]
Yo limelight's not as bright as mine back in time when I couldn't rhyme
Now it's poppin' like p**y juice after squirtin' like ten times
I spit sh** - this sick sh** - that'll make you wanna come back for this
Illiterates can't keep a [?] - my b**h sh** so serious
[Hook]
Ever since we started, people said that we should quit
But this music that we do is stuff in which we must commit
And in many ways they say it, but no matter what the case
One thought comes to our minds that we won't say to their face
And that's “No sir! f** that!” Let us put this down flat
This rhythmic jargon that we do is one thing we don't s** at
“No sir! f** that!” and with all due respect
Mmm, nah I'll take that back – “No sir, f** that!”