Dumb it Down (Freestyle)

[Intro]

"Giving people what they love"

Mac Miller (Uh, uh, dumb it down, yeah)

What up, Q? (Dumb it down, chyeah)

What up, Jerm? (Chyeah, dumb it down)

I see y'all, man (Yeah, dumb it down)

[Chorus]

It go one, two, three and to the four (Four)

Drums gon' bang, put holes in your floor (Uh-huh)

Got 'em in the crowd, packed tight though, I'm Bose

But the party stay goin' all night, open door

It go one, two, three and to the four (Four)

Drums gon' bang, put holes in your floor (Uh-huh)

Got 'em in the crowd, packed tight though, I'm Bose

But the party stay goin' all night, open door (Let 'em in)

[Verse 1]

First class, y'all just secondary (Yep)

At the bar, no I.D. necessary (Nah)

Gettin' loose like untied shoes

Hunnid proof drink and I'm dumb high too

Rock the cradle, liquor in the ladle

Young boys head stay spinnin' like a dreidel (Spinnin' like a dreidel)

And hoes let me stick it like a staple (Uh?)

Gettin' brains while I'm sittin' watchin' cable (Aha)

And that's just the life I live

You ain't ever met nobody quite like this (Uh-uh)

I'm just a kid with a troublemakin' nature

Lookin' for a way I can double up my paper (Paper)

Ayy, I ain't fuckin' wit'chu haters (Nah)

The game's just hungry for some flavor (Take a bite)

And I'm flavorful, I don't spend a day in school

Treatin' every second of the day like it's April Fools (Aha)

Bunch of shows in a row, call 'em pay-per-view

Have the whole crowd hollerin', "Raise the roof"

Like it's '80 or '85

In the Shadow Lounge right by Shady's side

[Interlude]

(Yep, yep, yep, what?) So, like I said before (Yep, yep, what?, yep, aha, what?, aha)

I don't know nothin' about dumbin' shit down (Aha, what?, come on)

(What?, come on) Alright, look (Come on, uh)

[Verse 2]

Ain't none of y'all better than Mac, riddle me that

Competitors gotta give the kid a pat on the back

I'm spazzy with rappin', givin' honeys asthma attacks

How I take they breath away, then tell 'em pack up they bags

Ayo, Mynd Tek, bring that back, ma'fucker

DJ Mynd Tek

Ain't none of y'all better than Mac, riddle me that

Competitors gotta give the kid a pat on the back

I'm spazzy with rappin', givin' honeys asthma attacks

How I take they breath away, then tell 'em pack up they bags (Bitch)

The girls still love me and it's havin' you mad (Uh-huh)

'Cause in the mornin', she gon' leave my crib, catchin' a cab

I feel bad, you can get a job fetchin' my bags

Minimum wage, you can learn a lesson from that

And Mac's still talkin' here in the third-person

You heard certain, I'm word-servin' 'til the birds chirpin' (Birds chirpin')

I don't rest, I'm awake, call me Adderall (Adderall)

With the off the wall raps, call me racketball

Palm itch, poison ivy on my basketball (What?)

I can feel the money, I'ma have it, y'all (Okay)

Pocket of fire, ain't stop 'til I'm high or

At the crib with some hoes, chillin', watchin' The Wire (Aha)

I see these other clowns and they gotta retire

'Cause wack music sit out, just rot and expire

Here, it make you feel like you just poppin' your tires

I just gotta inquire, "What the fuck is goin' on?"

[Outro]

Uh (For real), uh

(That's what the fuck it is) Uh

The High Life (Aha)

Tell 'em (Always grind), I'm out

Dumb it down

Never

I stay clever