[Eyedea] This is a big "Fuck You" to anyone out there that hates us It ain't my fault you fail to recognize what great is If you weren't so caught up in who you dick ride You'd see the flaws in your so called generals and crawl to this side You misinterpret the purpose of what we do Plus you probably mad that we get our props and no one's feelin' you But don't tell me how to rip this microphone bitch If your advice was so nice, won't you apply it to your own shit? The truth is I can do what you can't Sellin' twenty thousand units hand to hand to the true fans On top of that, freestyle and you'll get served On top of that, all your friends know my words I accomplished more than you will in your whole life by the time I was eighteen Never workin' a 9 to 5, that's the E&A theme And it's a must we constantly keep elevatin' the hustle The music, the ethic, muscle the movements the methods Huh, what's wrong, you still don't get it? Still feel you're so gifted Still think your sky has no limits? It takes a minute to get rid of the cynics But now each piece in it's place, so you can't fuck with us
*And it's suicide to battle this UMM*
The genius supreme team is the E&A Believe that this year we receivin' MC and DJ kingship Perceived as the most deviously seen in the media Remedial critics don't give us love but we don't need 'em to It ain't your weak reviews that keep people intrigued with us They leave our shows thinkin' what these kids do is unachieveable, and they right You never in your life could do as much as we do with just two techs and a mic I leave kids like Raymond O'Neill pissed Cause he knows without me ain't no way he'll make it in this record biz' How do you advertise some shit I won and not mention me? Fuck you and that ugly coat, we goin' ghetto gold this spring And anyone that begs to differ wait until this hits ya The illest scriptures killin' listeners with the real elixir For these Top 40 blowjobs packagin' a hit single Ya'll flaunt pussy so hard it gives the average kids dick tingles But who can keep your sick(?) with cuts to clot your ego trip Beats that hit and speech that spits, raise a fist, throw a fit It's E&A day, 2003 until forever Y'all should've never let to motherfuckers like us get together It's on..it's on..it's on..it's on
*I came to claim shit this year* *I ain't playin' cause I'm here to reign supreme* *That so?* *Bitch* *Competition* *Better recognize* *Competition* *Shut yo mouth* *And on that note, let's get back to the program*Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
