Cryptic Wisdom - Don't Try lyrics

[Verse 1: Cryptic Wisdom] I'm getting sick of slapping motherf**ers with the facts They know that if they try, they'll be crashing on their backs Yet they stay persistent, everyday they're steady lying to themselves What the f** would made you think you could sell? It's gets so awkward trying to tell them all to piss off and leave me alone But I guess that's the price that you pay for living well and being known They try to pull their little cards and get collabs All because we knew each other way back in the distant past But when you tell ‘em no Everybody wanna stress you out Where the f** where you on my come up? I can't respect you now I'mma lay the lesson down, dog and you better be taking notes Didn't need you then, I don't need you now, watch as I shake the globe And I may be hater prone, oh no, but the more you have The more you know you've got a product that's born to last I'm bored of cats easily to think they compare Until we serve em a taste of carnage and they get scared [Chorus: The Jokerr] You can't do it like I do it, so don't try Take one look at the destruction and you'll know why You like to tell me of the others but it don't fly ‘Cause if it did then I wouldn't be me You can't bring it like we bring it so don't try But they still keep trying and I simply don't know why Motherf**ers wish they could compare us but it don't fly, (b**h cause if they could) then we just wouldn't be we [Verse 2: Dubbs] Now I'm not sure why you would think that we are equals I think my rap sheet speaks for itself f*ggot: read through Steady getting ga**ed up man that sh** is evil Being lied to by your homies man them people ain't your people If they were really your friends They'd be honest and tell you that a vagina could let a queef out and sound better, but they keep on just downplaying it And stay up in your ear with all that sh** they know you wanna hear when really it's just giving you hope for something you hold so dear But it's okay buddy; I've been there before Let people try to fix the broken and they'll just injure it more I stepped my game up to off dogs And came with that raw sauce But really there's no hope for you dog you're a lost cause (You can't) Ride a beat as silky smooth and glide like me Ain't got that filthy freaky flow that grit and grime like me (Y-You can't) Rhyme like me In fact if you were half as good as this well sh** Then yo I wouldn't be me hahaha [Chorus] [Verse 3: The Jokerr] Hahahahahahaha Yeah, it's like nowadays Every kid with a computer and Fruity Loops trying to be the next hot sh** Well let me tell you something ‘bout myself Yo, well I've been around the circuit when it comes to rhyming chumps I've opened up for bullsh** shows, written lines that stunk And one time or another I rhymed in the mo' grimy clubs, with most violent thugs So don't patronize me, punks And I got a real short temper So watch it with that co*k eye You give me the wrong vibe; And you're waking up in my basement hogtied It was like 37 pa**engers, (what happened?) They all died When I punched a city bus for going “pssh” when I walked by So quit trying to be hard b**h, you ain't earned stripes You record on a f**ing used SL58 Shure Mic And the laptop that your dad bought your poor a** And then when you're done you get on World of Warcraft And instigate nerd fights That ain't a job, and isn't a hobby; it's a public annoyance I mean I'd tell you to practice but you'll never get better you s** and it'd be pointless Look at your f**ing performances sh**ty a** mics, and just 2 fans? The proof is in dat poontang b**h you can't [Chorus] x2