Weerd Science - f** You And Your Filthy A&R Department lyrics

*Ahem* Um, yeah, we're gonna... we're gonna try somethin' A little bit different here. It's really fast. Boy, you oughta rap but you don't get attack I talk about my flow but I'm nobody's head Don't forgot to get Jack when you come around Talkin' 'bout how you're gonna put it down No more, no less, know it's complex, try to get these concepts Sounds like nonsense but it's not 'cause deep within the content You gonna find out that you can't hide out Or make sense of the science, open the fence Gonna break down the wall that's holdin' us Janex ain't even know it's over us. We're gonna kick you in the dick for provokin' us In the back they were chokin' up f** that slow sh**, hold it up Truck's out back, and it's loaded up Filled with chicks, we can rope it up Really? Well, no but I had to go put a hold under the miniature dog to get like that. Gonna make us all fall, hold steady on the front lines soon to talk C'mon, I've got the supplies, you've got to realize The lies the lies makin' me revolutionize It ain't gonna be nice, there gon' be real fights They want blood, I'll give 'em blood like in real life They want blood, I'll give 'em blood like in real life Dedicated to your A&R, f** you! Dedicated to your street team, f** you! Dedicated to your management It ain't hard to see Science ain't happenin' Dedicated to your stylist, f** you! Dedicated to your CEO, f** you! Dedicated to your publicist, I don't give a goddamn if you like my sh**, b**h! Goddamn, the heart of a man, been pounded on over and over again Stuffin' the sock in the mouth of the one who was sayin' it. *Gasp.* This little rhyme is my moment of zen. So don't pretend for a second my sk**s are effort. Listen, Have a moment of silence for every mic that I'm wrecking I reckon you should take a second, think about whose tip you reppin' I ain't lettin' it slide, I'm trying to forwarn you. Rappers, a place to hide your gun, they talkin' for you Your vest might be bulletproof but I guarantee, That as soon as I see you, I'ma spit right through it. Oh, I'll do it. You'da never knew it. But inside of my body the heartbeat is sendin' the blood to my brain and now nothin' can stop me. You don't like my record, dude, f** you! Oh, you don't like my sh**, man, f** you! You don't like my new record, eat a dick 'Cause Weerd Science just doesn't give a f**in' sh**! Dedicated to your A&R, f** you! Dedicated to your street team, f** you! Dedicated to your management It ain't hard to see Science ain't happenin' Dedicated to your stylist, f** you! Dedicated to your CEO, f** you! Dedicated to your publicist, I don't give a goddamn if you like my sh**, b**h! Somethin' got to give in the city I live Please don't shoot up my house, sh**, I still live in my mom's crib. Givin' it all in spite of what people say What they do, man, they laugh at me but aw, f** you It's simple, rip up these motherf**er's credentials It's essential for a rebel to never settle in battle Over and over until he gets k**ed in the thick of it Man, I may be white but you be dumb, stupid think I'm chicken sh** Kickin' it and rippin' it bring your sh** to the ring I'm fixin' to sicken it the way I spit it, sick of this bickerin' Man, itchin' to get a motherf**in' rhyme off Yeah, it's Weerd Science motherf**er 'bout to sign off You don't like my n***a's record, f** you You don't like my n***a's sh**, f** you You don't like my n***a's record, f** you Boy you don't want none of this motherf**in' Weerd Science, b**h Dedicated to your A&R, f** you. Dedicated to your street team, f** you. Dedicated to your management It ain't hard to see Science ain't happenin' Dedicated to your stylist, f** you. Dedicated to your CEO, f** you. Dedicated to your publicist I don't give a goddamn if you like my sh**, b**h. Man, f** you! How 'bout I come out of this booth and straight knock your f**ing feet off? f** 'em. This is Weerd Science up in this mother f**er. Yeah, for real. I'll come out this sh** And straight whoop you like...like...a baby seal! f** you. You heard. fu*k. YOU. b**h. Did you really just say you were gonna knock his feet off? You're god damn right. Oh, dip!