Tune You Out

[Verse] Now you can keep trying to be an MC, go 'head it's your call But when the rap world sucks, don't bitch cause it's your fault With no style, talent and definitive skill Some cats think that because they independent they real Some niggas with deals, you'll brag about jewels and that's cool But jewels don't make you nice man, a rule is a rule This hardly is new, no I don't wanna polly with you Go 'head tell everyone you rhyme, everybody rhymes too I'm mad that I heard your song and it's hard to see How that trash was in stock before it got to me Maybe it's me, I'm too honest, nah it can't be that Just because you rhyme conscious don't mean you can't be wack All this nonsense I learned to tolerate, but I hate it though Asshole, you made me throw something at my radio Way to go Hip hop a culture that was once great Now radio stations spin all day from one crate [Hook] {x2} And all I hear is that (doo doo} Then I don't know who y'all talking to Nah, don't repeat it, I ain't deaf I'm ignoring you (Bee bee) That's how y'all sound in my head So that's what I thought that you said [Verse Two] Got the face of a hunk Mind of a monk, they say I'm too mellow The patience of a drunk, paranoid Tasmanian Devil There's pork in my Jell-O? Probably in my Starburst too I can't even trust my candy, how can I trust you? Exploiting everything and everyone so they can sell shit I seen a little black kid say he could eat a whole pig Eat what you want, don't mind me I just like to talk I drink beer in pizzerias, know my number by heart But I'm thinking so big that my rhymes can draw kids I got gators, floating in moats with a drawbridge [?] heel in my shoes reach a gazillion and two and up Protected by bars that electrocute you at the touch To handle this man you need such an elaborate plan That I'd have to give you a hand And I'm so nice that I can No challenge, so balanced with the Earth, I'm so natural Close my eyes, lift my arms make the trees [?] [Hook] [Verse Three] Why don't you like me? You don't know me, why don't you write me? Why don't you fight me? Ah fuck it, why don't you bite me? I don't give a damn no more, my plans in store I'm more grand than the scans of the canyons core I'm talking over with just lines that attack your mental A young cat in this rap, then I act parental I nap with pencils, pens, then I sleep with notes In fights with my girlfriends, cause in the sheets they poke Who's more important? Baby you're just choosing your coffin Cause music will often, sooth more than you and your squawking Rude when I'm talking Normally there are no songs There's just some times to say shit and it comes out wrong Cocky? Nah that's only when I talk or I write Believe me I'm the nicest guy you'll ever meet in your life Rise, Rhyming Is So Easy, I can't get enough And I'm about to reach the point where I don't give a {record scratch} [Hook]