Fuck What U Heard

[Produced by Diamond and Sadat X] [Sadat X] "Although I hit a pound of herbs I'm still nice with the verbs So fuck what you heard" [x4] I break shit up so just chill, and sit still I'm not on the pop hop but yo my shit still Sells like a mother, there's not another Dark brown brother who grew up undercover Running game on a dame like Too $hort I'll smoke an MC like a Newport Or a Marlboro, or a Salem It doesn't matter cause I take him and I wail him Get a rush of the nicotine, battle? Nigga please, I won't even attempt But if the crowd thinks he's a worthy opponent I'll grab the mic and show I own it Yo bust it, better off if you not sing, God bless the pothead As I remember what my moms and my pops said Strive for the best, you gain your respect Or you can settle for a public assistance check If you don't want to break your neck So I said "What the heck?" People always say "Hey we like the way you make beats" He doesn't use breakbeats But I take it in stride and do my work on the inside Won't fake on the flimside [Sadat X] "Although I hit a pound of herbs I'm still nice with the verbs So fuck what you heard" [x2] From the halls of Montezuma to the shores of Tripoli My style slams, but some still want to get with me I don't understand, kid you just can't see me When my LP drop all my friends will want a freebie Whether in a car or you ride the train My style stands out like a vericose vein So don't front cause you know I'm the champ Better off trying to buy a pack of Newports with a food stamp Cause the odds are none Cause like Jimmy Castor, I've just begun Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten Spicy as a steak with potatoes au gratin But I'm not soup, I just got a lot of nerve Cause motherfuckers want to see me shoot to the curve But I just won't slip cause a slip ain't hip I stay on my toe like Broadway Joe One time I did I thought the girl was a friend of me So I started sleeping with the enemy I won't let a stunt misguide me And you can jump on my tree stump if you want to ride me [Sadat X] "Although I hit a pound of herbs I'm still nice with the verbs So fuck what you heard" [x2] See like hotcakes, people have prostate cancer of the liver Yo, cause I deliver Legt new shit that hits like a mule kick Don't try to flip, moneygrip, or you'll get A very swift kick in the anus, yeah Homeboy, I'll make you famous As a young buck people used to call me shorty When I was broke I used to chip in for forties But there's no retreat or surrender And my pockets stay stuffed with legal tender So give a shout if you with me (Yeah!) Give a shout if you with me (Yeah!) So give a shout and let me know if you like the way the flow, goes And yo, does it matter on the FDR or the Westside People contemplate what's the best side But I sit back and observe like a Bhuddist monk Cause Diamond gots spunk For the new generation like Pepsi I'll make your grandmother say "Heavens to Betsy" [Sadat X] "Although I hit a pound of herbs I'm still nice with the verbs So fuck what you heard" [x4]