[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