Just a Reminder

[Introduction] God damn (Eyedea), this is some serious gourmet shit! Back off, I don’t need you to tell me how fucking good my music is okay? I’m the one who makes it. I know how good it is. When y’all go to the studio, you make shit! I make the gourmet quality stuff because when I listen to it, I like to hear it. But you know what’s on my mind right now? What? (Random Guy) Yo, I’m sick of all you stupid motherfuckers talking shit about my man, Eyedea. Matter of fact, if I catch you saying any stupid shit like that around me, I'mma punch a motherfucking hole in your head! Talkin' bout "Eyedea this, Eyedea that"- get off his dick! And to all y’all critics talkin’ shit, you can eat a dick too, you punk bitches [Verse 1] You got balls stepping up to what you saying to me I’m probably your favorite MC’s favorite MC So let these lyrics infuriate your head And tear you a thread of my inferiority complex Delirium content, please hear when my mouth sets To tear you into shreds and put your arrogance in its death It’s your best bet to quit laughing Unless you’re good at dodging bullets Ain’t shit gonna happen till you shut your trap and learn to focus Open that overgrown head for a change And don’t underestimate me in a battle I don’t play I rip every kid in your clique in five, less than four bars I’ll take this out to east and west Don’t test the north star! Oh are you pissed ‘cause your talent ain’t felt? Well, just talkin’ shit’s easy, I challenge myself If you were really dope, you wouldn’t say it all the time You would be creative and I’d see it in your rhymes You got the nerve to say I’m soft, ‘cause the thoughts that I talk But I think that you’re lost, why don’t you go take a walk? And find someone who cares how diggity your style is Now quit being childish! Shake my hand and smile bitch! [Hook] What gave you the right to have an ego? You got no skills! It’s obvious an MC’s what you’re trying to be Well if it gets out of hand, my man, just remember I’ll always be around to remind you you’re weak! Rhymesayers Entertainment, you know we be the greatest With the break and the paints, the cuts, the rhymes and the beats! Homebase is Minneap, come on through! And bring your crew Next time you need to be reminded you’re weak! (Bridge) Eyo, look at that Eyedea kid I don’t even know, man Yo, that shit he did on the Blaze Battle was kinda tight! Yeah, yeah no doubt, but his album’s kind of weird! I know man, he ain’t never gonna get a record deal sounding like that! True that... [Verse 2] Check me out now! I’m that kid, who never gave a fuck about a contract If you need to make a buck, get loose Rock the mic, but don’t be dumb and come and test me Cause we jocking like the get-paid bus, swinging from my testes Inch-by-inch I grow less convinced by those quote un-quote Battle rappers that think they’re in the triple-leagues Recently I took their title and I never gave it back How come my weakest freestyle probably beats they best-written rap? They doubt it, and then they call me out about it And I flew off in these topics, I win, and the crowd shouted And you can say the same but you kid Beat, lines are skin-deep simply when you wimps become turned into mince meat But being fresh is only half of the job There’s a lot in this world that needs to be changed And so I write each song with a message for humanity And it expresses the wisdom expressed that’s in my brain Complaining? No. Just draining pus before the cyst pops Boy, you player hate, I’m tryna elevate this hip hop! So stop trying to pretend you’re real And go write a song someone besides your friends can feel! For real! Sometimes you just gotta let ‘em know! Most of these MCs don’t even deserve to be on a dick like they do And that’s the truth [Hook] (laughter) So a masochist comes up to me and says, “I like your record, shit was hot!” (laughter)