Pete Rock - No Comparison lyrics

I slightly skim the surface of philosophical prophet, optional Pockets of lint compared to a bloody dollar of jaw and bone I pick the lint so sip your fifth and gloat about the whip you're with The simple sin of simpletons' obsession with a bigger dick It's habit, the pride and all the status gotta have it Guess I took the red pill, there's a truth to rabbit's madness And I try to shuffle past it but the cash is quite attractive Bruh, it's not like loot the last thing on my mental when I'm rapping I ain't a bada** prone to spitting the abstract Not fast math calculated like the NASDAQ With a mad hat brain absent of them whack raps Chill your a** out, sit back and let the track blast I let my "cack" blast on the mic when given chances 'Cuz I get off, but slow mo with my romantic advances Gimmie 52 and I'll shoot off like a bottle rocket I might got you noddin' off but being real y'all gotta stop it Haters know I got a slaught that's sturdier than otter boxes Pretty raps for kiddies and some brainy lines for moms and popses And while them record labels flaunt the fool they got for profit Talent roams the streets can't even eat so f** your god and college And "rappers" ain't sinless, ignorance seeming endless They acting like they a spitter but really they whack beginners They search for their 15 minutes whether they get it or not They're fake might as well be pop I'm irate and I'm ‘bout to pop Get a taste of my bliss withdrawal I'm Illin' until I'm still and This gentle and mental art suddenly 'bout the dope and k**ing Industry's not to blame I guess, keep the sh** the same I guess Couldn't look them in the eye when you say wise is lame I guess Let the kiddies think that "getting success" means get a chain I guess Be part of that sh**? No my dude I'd rather hang my neck The sadness that you claim to have ain't half of all the pain I get I owe this game the best I got, I don't plan to sustain my debt I'm coming for your necks, whether or not I be scaring them Erring in songs with caution I ain't a provo like Marilyn Provolone or asparagus MM.. Food? is my menu Serving this bloody cut big or small be size of the venue Oh am I offending? I been rude, struggle? My man, I been there Whether whiny or vent tunes it's always real ‘cuz I been Blair It ain't fair to compare a fakie Jake with a menthol With an underground with talent out the wazoo, man it's been raw It's fun to be a rapper, right? The appetite for afterlife Ain't nothing when compared to pious fame worship like acolytes Ego ‘bout as big as prize pigs you think that I dig Your sh**ty raps when half the city raps? In fact I want my fifty back Big L reference anyone? Okay, folks, more for me then And if I ever make it half a** rappers prep for the end I'll resend, resend, until it drills into your skull I did my part of the bargain but every push needs its pull There's no comparison