Epik Beats - No Sir! (f** That!) lyrics

[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!”