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