Skoob - Fuck The Critics - Ny! (Diss)

Skoob - Fuck The Critics - Ny! (Diss)

Yo! Här kommer en ny låt, proddad av den allsmäktige Maestro Robin Banks , cuts lagda av Dj Royal och länken uppfixad av Low-B .

Denna låt tillägnas alla som snackar så jävla mycket på detta, vårt kära internet, utan att ens känna mig.

Enjoy mua´fuckaz!

Fuck The Critics

Vers 1

Fuck The Critics, they dont understand my lyrics
or feel the pain that´s been dwellin´ in my system
muthafuckaz, I gotta dumb it down, make em people
jump, so I can live off of this shit, without concealin´ a gun.
What the fuck you know about me, honestly,
I know you doubt me, but I´m still true to the words
Baggy Pants is all around me.
A revolutionarie, homie, if you ever try me
you gon´ find out why I represent my people proudly!
My lyricall ability is not the question here
you´re just scared to realize, y´all muthafuckaz feelin´ it!
I´m tired of being dissected by some cats that think they know Hip Hop, evey time a fuckin´ song drop!
You betta read between the lines and pay attention,
I´m the muthafuckin teacher here and y´all in detention
The suspension is in effect, until I collapse
My shit is like a lethal injection, I´ll make ya relapse, relax!

Chorus

Dj Royal

Vers 2

Man, I´ve been called alota things in my time
I´m a souljah, a liar, a sellout with rhymes
I´ve been called a king, a poet, I´m even a gangsta
I aint never kill a muthafuckin man, yeah, I tells ya
I´m sick to my stomach with hypocrits
Only ridin´ dicks for a backpack, while lovin´ em hits
See em all up in the club dance to whack ass shit
then they back on the internet with old-school bits!
It´s like they addicted to bullshit-fixes
Try to fit the profile of bein´ hardcore hip hop listeners
Y´all are senseless!
At least I´m real with my music!
Love the -94 rappin´, but I also dig the new shit!
You´re just a nuesance, bugs on my windshield
Now step outta ya house, you gon´ see how this wind feel
A middlefinger to you muthafuckaz hatin´
These here is real rap, but y´all bitches cant take it!

Chorus 2

Dj Royal

Vers 3

Man, why I gotta sound like him, just to get my radio-spins
The underground is alive, but radio wins
If I can make some ends, writin´ my rhymes
you can lock me in the studio and throw away time
Cuz I´ll be livin´ in that muthafucka!
With the dough I´m makin´ today?
I´m unemployed dawg, I wanna get paid
So if I cater to them dumb-fucks a couple of days
that doesn´t change who I am bitch, give me a break
Fuck y´all man, I´m lookin´ for cake
I´ve been scrapin´ on the bottom for years, I cant wait
Muthafuckaz dont relate, so it´s easy to hate
Get ya education right son, give me my space
I´m just givin´ you a taste, from the top of my dome
Hip Hop is in my vains, so I´m goin´ back home
Here´s another rapsong, add this to your list
If you dont wanna listen, then suck my dick!

Chorus 3

Dj Royal