Good?

[Intro] Um [Verse 1: Dyme-A-Duzin] Recently I got clarity from a critic That told me last year I was the business And now I'm kinda slippin' Like, "Who's Phony Ppl?" He's wilin', dropped an R&B album and downloaded a thousand 'Cause who really wanna hear it? [?] Kanye and he's swaying away from lyrics Huh, I mean seriously Your brand new songs, I don't feel it That freshman junk can't touch, shut up and listen: "A good attempt, but you could never make a masterpiece" Well, that's what I was trying to do, actually And then they laugh at me 'Cause I don't got a hit song, let alone a huge buzz so I have to beef Now the labels is hittin' me with the pressure And saying that I lost, I thought I was gettin' better And now I'm attachin' this to a letter So let it go out and doubt about whether or not Whether it's good If it's good [Chorus: Dyme-A-Duzin] Is it good? Is it good? Is it good? (Is it good?) Is it good? (Is it good?) Is it good? (Is it good?) Is it good? (Is it good?) My ears are open for some feedback And I kinda even doubt I really need that Tell me it's good Is it good? (Is it good?) Is it good? (Is it good?) Is it good? (Is it good?) Is it good? [Verse 2: Elbee Thrie] You see I got a phone call from my old friend He said "What you been up to, you still producing? Because I know some artists, why don't you produce them?" He said "My speakers started smoking 'cause my beats was too hot" And I quote: "But that was when I was a star, now I'm a telescope." If riches was hot music, I would say I'm broke But if it's fame, call me insane, but I say no one knows Party down the block, Elbee Thrie, no one shows I'm an open-minded composer But listeners are close So every time a beat I post [?] Asking why I don't contact my high-hats till sixteenth-notes Even with all my music in I still do it Music's a universal language, I see you're not fluent 'Cause you don't understand I'm, you don't understand I'm different So say yes to these questions that I'm wishin' Is it? 'Cause I just, I gotta know Is it good? [Chorus: Elbee Thrie] Is it good? Is it good? Is it good? Is it good? Is it good? Is it good? Is it good? My ears are open for some feedback And I kinda even doubt I really need that Tell me it's good Is it good? Is it good? Is it good? [Verse 3:] I said it's really no different from a performance Ripping, I'm still on it, I spit sick, the crowd more nuts than pack doormans George Foreman: I grill 'em and kill 'em through brainstormin' They're respondin' to my first EP, and that shit was borin' Shot, 'cause I thought I was LeBron, and I was scorin' But it's 2-3 minute songs of ballin' (Mike Jordan) Sheesh, I find it hard to compete You from the street But you said this sound like Talib Kweli But yo How a door spitting this song called metaphors Never listen to the critics, they're job is givin' jaw The crowd will still applaud but them labels won't open doors And I don't give up, I'm going harder than before From the block, spittin' lyrics Performin', plenty women Makin' more than triple-digits Like, come on (I'm just chillin') Livin' strong, no more slack It's all about the rap This is the last track, it's whack Gotta ask you cats now, is it good?