Just Don't Matter

[Intro: Slimkid3] Yeah, that's what it tastes like 'Cause it smooths it out for some reason, I know that (Yeah...) Same as it ever was...! (Uh, uh...) (Yeah...) [Chorus: BEIDE-2 aka DJ Slice] Don't you ever try to get with this It just don't matter, ya still get dissed I said don't you ever try to get with this It just don't matter, ya still get dissed Don't you ever try to get with this It just don't matter, ya still get dissed Don't you ever try to get with this It just don't matter, ya still get dissed [Verse 1: Imani] In times recent, I haven't been content Since my ears and years realized the abstraction of content Lyrical – all across the continent They took it and they filled it with some moralist material Way back in the days, it used to be varieties like cereal And, to bring it back, I think it's gonna take a miracle Reason–we brung the fresh to get ya hung So all tongues of gibberish, I wish they'd be done Run away far with no tussle 'Cause it seems like all these guys are paralyzed up in the mental – muscle What they need to be is muzzled Imani got the pieces, but I still feel puzzled Phonies run out fast 'cause all the gas gets guzzled But what time reveals is that he steals the rest They're all stealing that will when they're under pressure Dealing in stolen treasures for their personal pleasures And that's wrong, you know that's not right That's why, every night, I go in my room and I write in the boomin' maroon 'Cause it's all good, G And that's the way that everything should be (Uh) [Chorus: BEIDE-2 & Slimkid3] Don't you ever try to get with this It just don't matter, ya still get dissed Don't you ever try to get with this It just don't matter, ya still get dissed (Yeah) So don't you ever, the signatures they get so dissed (Say what? Say what? ) It just don't matter, ya still get dissed (Say what? Say what? Say what?) The signatures they get so dissed (Say what? Say what? Say what?) It just don't matter, ya still get dissed (Say what? Say what? Say what?) [Verse 2: Slimkid3] Many kingdoms rely on its people That makes the balance equal so we all make moss Serving common duties of the man on his block Making ends meet, the means into fiending at the park Now, Black Zeus stole crack, got beat with bumper jacks And cats too laid back got jacked Seeing a sister almost pass on my grandma's grass Because the brother tried to stomp the fuckin' juice out her ass I never knew the real story (Story) Grandma prayed for holy glory to wash away the sins in evil men Gave her prayers and a pen To inscribe the wretched shit And the places He'd been; I won't quit 'Cause those who pose about the streets just lie in the pits Where the shoe fits 'em, and, yo, I can't get with them (Why?) Due to the fact that life is just Somethin' that they lack and they won't confess They need a little somethin' like soul in their chest And some love up in their shit, and they will be blessed And ya don't stop, just some cultivation of the crops (The crops) And none of this shit is for the props (The props) Straight from the top (Top) So now don't ya miss 'Cause all of you suckers will get dissed [Chorus: BEIDE-2 & Slimkid3] Don't you ever try to get with this It just don't matter, ya still get dissed Don't you ever try to get with this 'Cause I'm the BEIDE Man and I'll blast that ass [Verse 3: BEIDE-2 aka DJ Slice] Finding six keys in a maze, the floor map By one of the walls there will show you the best route One false move, you're out History, or you can experience, all the thrills, spills, chills by sight In your path – a trap, tripped switches, an arm in your lap A movie – walks through to stretch, lights where you will be Trickle a sprinkle of potion makes ya body fluid Altered in various ways, time is on your side As the speeding laser light glides 30 milliseconds across the floor Ya slither across, into a black door Proceeded to open–your scanner with the sight Will show in orange and red, was cool But you didn't know the tools and what door was doom Now, don't ignore, you can only open one door Life's a kiss and it's gone, like this... [Interlude] Ha, hahahahahaha Haha... woo... (Yeah!) [Verse 4: Buckwheat aka Buc Fifty] To me, you ain't nothing Gone with my weed, a done deal The best rapper in the world blowing right now, for real You call that shit skill? Nigga, please, suck my dick In one hand I got a mic, in the other, an open fist What, you want to get wrapped up, or smacked like a deer? Breaths hit Innocent victims at my show But it ain't the rhymes, punk, 'cause Buckwheat said so I'm penetrating, escalating my devastation Proves that I removes emcees like prayers to Satan – rebuked! 'Cause, you blowing up – it's a fluke I'm doper than that fool you hide behind in your group Loop the last two lines I just said Play it over again, ten times in your head Weak link, like a midget in quicksand, you sink I'll out-think ya, see through your whole outfit I'm irresistible, unmissable, Buckwheat's the shit Like an elephant – bitch rapper, don't forget it Stepping's like pulling weapons in gunfights, you with it? Rhyme Riddler, making niggas heil me like Hitler – insane Everybody do the Kurt Cobain Greatest rapper that ever lived: Buckwheat, and that's my name