Statik Selektah - Critically Acclaimed lyrics

[Produced by: Statik Selektah] [Intro: Sample] New told lies, with supreme visions of lonely tunes [Verse 1 - Lil' Fame] Uh, what the f**, what the f**, huh? Uh, if I ask you who's your top 10 greatest rappers dead or alive And you don't mention my name, I'm a blacken your eyes I'm from the bottom of the 'ville, duke I had to survive Where them snakes that'll murder your fam' and then slap you a five Keep it goin now, P.E. sh**, hold it now Big bag of white widow, kiddo (throw it down) It's the d**h of a MC, d**h of the Auto-Tune d**h of the motherf**in engineer that recorded to ya You're spaced out, what the f** you recordin for motherf**ers on the moon? This is for my real corner goons It's Fame (M.O.P.), back at it again Cop k**er, slugs, black 'matic and gauge n***as ain't gon' give me my credit So hear's a couple of curse words for y'all n***as to edit s** a dick, you trick punk b**h You f**in with the Brownsville warriors, I'm so glorious [Hook - scrathing of samples] - w/ ad libs "Tell 'em Fame" "Lil' Fame in the" "Holdin it down, for New York City" "It's (BK), it's (all day)" "Statik Selektah" "Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame" "New York, is takin the scene back" "Yes sir" "The world;s most underrated" "I'm showin off for Statik" "Brownsville" [Verse 2: Saigon] Haha, look Oh I get it, you thought you was dealin with some regular n***as Fishermen'll find your f**in head in a river See my competitors quiver, holdin slugs, I'd rather deliver Yeah I got locked but I'm here, he a dead n***a You can't compare it, I hear n***as with 25, say f** inside, I'm a wear it From dead n***as, I don't hear sh** Think before you risk losin your health n***as grillin me, should understand man, you're just confusin yourself Cause I don't buy that, that sh** is whack, it's a smart act Tell a cat let's do a car jack, see where his heart at If he refuse it, then Omnipotent might lose it If he do it, we gon' see he f**in stupid and use it To make 'em do sh**, like rob a club with a pool stick On a train stickin chicks in they tit with a toothpick Lay back and laugh at this jacka** Make 'em let me use his army coat pocket as my personal crack stash If he ever backlash, let the black MAC Blast from the back of his cap up to the crack of his a** Look it here, n***as took it there, like a crook'll care I unload, all ya hear is blooka blooka yeah, blooka yeah, n***a [Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs "Saigon-Saigon the Don" "Holdin it down, for New York City" "It's (BK), it's (all day)" "Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame" "When it comes to verbs, I be flippin Cause herbs just be sh**tin off the words I be kickin" "Say word" "That's word, Sean don't give a (give a)" [Verse 3 - Sean Price] Haha, what up? Yo, Sean P, Statik Selek', pa** me the sket Shoot the first whack rapper spittin trash on the set Pa** me a check cause n***a don't be rappin for free Rap for a fee, producers, I rap for a beat f** around and get smacked with the heat, wrapped in a sheet, cremate 'em Loved across the board, P. hate 'em I don't like thugs (thugs), I don't like nerds I don't like myself and I hate bein disturbed I hate seein you birds, hummin, stunt on the block s**in co*k for a hundred a 'wap Get a job, I used to sell rocks in front of my mom's building Twelve hundred a day, now me and my moms chillin Uh, I write raps, make five stacks a show Sell white to white people, stay playin in snow (okay) Stay rakin in dough (yeah), you stay hatin the flow Assault and battery, I stay breakin your nose [Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs "So what" "Just wonder why he's f**in crazy" "Holdin it down, for New York City" "It's (BK), it's (all day)" "Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame ..." "Somewhere"