Jigmastas - So What lyrics

[Kriminul] I write my fingers to the bone ballpoints of fountaintips No counterfeit, push verbs and make mountains ship Plus my brain's a computer that sprouted lips overcrowded with Sea of information experiences that I doubt you get A chance to go through until you're dead, nobody knows you Alive unanimous, not known through the use of pro tools Approach you on some nonchalant happy go lucky sh** Touch concepts that's immaculate I gotta spit from the heart about this music biz Don't abuse it kids, it's just entertainment Movin' units is essential, treat it like a job Clockout at the end of the day Don't get it twisted live your life in disarray You gotta hit today, go for tomorrow, blow then sorrow Start to settle in back on the streets back in mettlin' You wasn't wise enough to keep his shoes I not surprised at fools Feeble attempt at street to be tried and true Hook [Guru] You wanna spit pull your rhymes out You counterfeit we gon' find out You want a rapper, are you an actor? Just exactly what you after You wanna spit pull your rhymes out You counterfeit we gon' find out The industry ain't for kiddies So what you got a fitted hat reppin' the city [Guru] Things just ain't the same for the god Life has changed for the god, too many games for the god See industry cats is like faker than ever Try to force my hand, son we takin' the cheddar Distributors frontin' on dough Don't let me make a call, we'll have 'em up in that dough I'm stuck in this low Rap survivalist, pack the livest sh** Tracks with Spinna be the flyest sh** What is a man with no conviction, no commitment No dedication, no affirmation Just hidden statements and hidden hatred Don't hold it back my n***a, just spit it blatant I did a bid in this biz kid Still grindin', still ridin, puffin the liz kid Seein' my eyes, I don't need a disguise Just watch for the pricks that be feedin 'em lies Hook [Kriminul] Notice my form, it ain't the norm by no means, blow steam Locomotive action under pressure, my flow mean My face tell a thousand stories, none familiar to you We not alike dawg, you can't relate, i'm not your usual Sicker than your average, this mic talk My people sendin me get well wishes cards from hallmark You fall short of the quota needed for credible You not able to read me dawg, i'm ilegible Ahead of you like tears to come My flow tight like my dears too young And send shots that'll pierce through some Distributors that front on that dough Keep frontin', make it pop like a bottle of mo We do it for show, man I do this thing to survive So f** that f*ggot a** n***a that tried to diss me in Vibe I spit it with pride, disrespect my take it in stride What I write could be a candidate for Pulitzer prize Hook