Your Old Droog - Where The Rhymes At? lyrics

Where the rhymes at? I'm hearing less and less Everybody's in the trap now, it's a mess And their back-stories be so sketch We laugh at 'em while they rappin' like Bobbito and Stretch My producer hit them bu*tons like he play chess Million ways to move that wet like liquid TV on VHS It's a understatement to say I'm one of the best Y'all setting up your own interviews I've only done press under duress And I charge a fee to open up my beak, your Droog got Specials on A&E, they're paying me to speak What you doing today? just flew in for the Q&A To spew an array of j**els Vintage YOD, pop sh** like Mahmoud Ahmadinejad These cats cryin' like I'm holocaust denyin' Clap 'em then toss the iron, catch me in the Porsche Flyin' up the Belt Parkway, let it bump at the Barclays Got it lit like arcades, with few dark days left on the horizon My star risin' I'm a polarizing figure 'Bout to get 10 figures now my figures'll be polarizin' The game is bipolar, not the rapper Look at you funny when you bummy, when you dapper they dap ya' Shoutout to Skizz, this a slapper Hot like the Super Nintendo adapter Math Lab goin' up — on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut reading Newsday I'm high while the blues play, you clocking dudes Reading gossip blogs tryna figure out who's gay, you gay! Ya' care about my looks more than I do Studying my bars more than I did, and I wrote ‘em Spend the whole of your day Droog rhyme quotin' Me, I get in that booth like I'm votin' Don't worry bout us, you'll do fine I shine cause ain't nobody else grizzle on my mind It's a cinema when I pen a new line You need a verse? Gimme cash, f** a W-9 [Verse: 2] I'm used to bundles, with cats who held ransom With pitched rock off to stack bundles, ransom a Hitchco*k 'Doo-woop' not four dudes singin' in the Barber Shop I can't forgot my man Es-n-Es Where the rhymes at? I'm hearing less and less Everybody's in the trap now, it's a mess And their back-stories be so sketch We laugh at 'em while they rappin' like Bobbito and Stretch Smell that funk from a block away A lot of you rappers gotta to brush your tongues and use [?] spray Open up your mouth and we're countin' up the d**h toll You need to focus on a different kind of breath control Might have to use that Listerine, twice Be nice, okay, here's some Dentyne Ice I got a joint named Gum, sample free I'm gonna be the GOAT by my third LP We dropped the WILD D.E.P., added eight bonus joints - it's the Y.O.D. LP That's the re-issues for the collectors Four more albums and I'm done, son, I'm only doing lectures