Dumb Out

[Verse One] Stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness The red pill, blue pill -- real and the Matrix And I can't take this; if the game needs a new look I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift And everything I say in these pages Is straight from the heart -- nah magazines, y'all can't rate this Cuz I'll read the bit it's a bit outragous Like it's an ear virus and this shit's contagious I'm downloading like, "niggas actually play this?" Maybe I'm bugging out, maybe I'm on a spaceship See I was on my stay out jail shit The way Mouse kills shit, I'm here just to lay out real shit Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinning rims That shit got played out real quick See some wrote him off, some said he was done Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run I don't enjoy being shunned, so I'm back as Neo Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me has begun I had the whole hood thinking he would never eat Rappers tried to diss, thinking we would never meet I heard it if you said it You wrote it on online then I read it, now I match it, nigga -- bet it Cause I remember clearly Once "Pump It Up" stop soaring, there's a few motherfuckers stopped calling See I remember shit spread like cancer I would call folks, said folk ain't answer A few chicks running started pulling they pants up A few stopped acting like my private dancer But a light bulb hit once they started to neglect me See there I was, thinking I was all that sexy but I Nah fuck that Cause I'm still sexy, young and fly Know-what-I-mean, ya heard? [Verse Two] Look here can't be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard' I just let niggas get a head start I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase Nah sprint out pace, and I'll still win the race (yep) See I'm jogging Other niggas legs starts wobbling, when opportunities start knockin You got the crown, pass off like Stockton It's time to work, I'm offically clocked in He is a problem, weavin' and bobbin' Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him I can't leave, even though it's big options Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin' Don't ask me how I'm doin, I been better Stuck in cold February, with a thin sweater I'm far from a "Yes" man, I'm a trend setter It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta Don't put niggas in the same sink as me I mean metaphors, story lines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit They don't use the ink like me Niggas don't even think like me Who sees what I'm watching, he ain't poppin' Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in Wait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in They want no parts with him How dare niggas categorize me If my name's on a mixtape, then capitalize me I been stopped going to Mixtape Awards Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours I had other ideas, while hitting loot I'm thinking red carpet, I went and copped a suit See I'm thinking Grammys Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy He stayed at the "W" and felt like heaven I'm at an actress's house, that felt like necking R&B on, looked and felt like Meagan Gave me headache till I felt like an Excedrin Talk very fly Least until I bought every pie, me me being war ready to my eyes And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx Trying to sound like somebody that already died The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em Now if you don't sell 5 mill, they had enough of 'em Let me find out Hip Hop's turning Republican I'll sum it up to what he is about Still new to most, they still feeling him out Things were type bland, Joey seasoned 'em out I'm the nicest dude out since "Reasonable Doubt" Say it ain't so Rest in Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low (oh) So live, who can see 'em? No guy I'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05 As ill as the flow gets, need a pill or don't snitch So if you can't tell, I'm preparing for '06 About to OD, anybody that know me Can tell you I'm bout to make shit feel like it's '03 More like '99 No names should be mentioned but mine Unless you talking Big Pun in his prime Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwing money around Or 2pac without Humpty around Or 50 before Em, Nas talking like a gun in his song Cam'ron during Children Of The Corn Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em I'm talking '95, Big L before they killed 'em Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the jail shit Canibus, no album out before the L shit Talking bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke Or "Cuban Linx," Raekwon and Ghost I do it all, who blending so well in the game Talking Fab, back when he was still spelling his name (mang) On my Diddy shit, Memphis Grizzly shit Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit Rappers don't need trouble with I Unless it's Ras Kass before the D.W.I Or Talib with Mos, Common before "Be" If they any less common, don't put 'em before me See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet Chill Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit All black, looking grimey in the crowd Heat on him, no sir, don't try me when I'm out I tote something tiny that'll blauh Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want something shiny in your mouth I probably fool cats, cause I don't ride out in some big car In the streets, like I ain't some big star And these young mother fuckers is about to fuck up Like leaving they whole career in some bitch car No name, but it's no sublime Nigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far Your buzz still fucked, you a liar money I'm still spending "Pump It Up", "Fire" money Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me Call ASCAP, maybe BMI for money Please, what's wrong wit 'em, something ain't the norm wit 'em Ain't too many dudes out there, out-performin' 'em Some acquire these skills, I was born wit 'em Street's asking what's taking so long wit 'em Jump Off, I'm the best to happen He's the answer, the who's got the next in rapping I suggest you ask 'em If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin New dudes is whack, some vets is has-beens Some were Top 20, till I crept right past 'em It's a wrap, Joey sealing it nigga Cold out, long johns, still dealing it nigga Still peeling it, nigga If I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Derringer, nigga It's that 'gnac music, don't know how to act music Gettin' my Kanye on, putting out "Crack Music" Car jack music, got what they lack music Send my little man, get rid of the pack music That I'm back music, that click clack music That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music Now who said they fucking with me They just said that fucking with me, they didn't mean it