Zip It - The Grouch, Murs, Luckyiam

Man, I can’t believe that dude came up to me talkin'

He had the audacity to think that was like, cool or somethin'

Just all up in my ear, talkin' all that game

Yap yap yap yap yap

When the path of some discussions change up like percussion

The tempo of some conversations leave me out in limbo

Here’s something

You might have been through

Or maybe, you haven’t been through

It’s simple

To be the devil’s advocate with your opinions

True stories

They never bore me

The true, they don’t ignore me

It’s amazing when they think they know you so well

To tell the tales

Foot in their mouths

Packed with negativity

Talkin' about my family, thinkin' that it’s just you and me

No, I’m not Corey

And no Corey ain’t Tom

And no your smoke ain’t the bomb

Ain’t tryin' to put you on in the mix of things

Tricks they got, keen eyesight

They focus upon those in magazine’s that hold mics

Alright, up in the bull’s eye, dodgin' all the bullshit

Holdin' onto sanity, stay away from full clips

These two tricks approached me one day after one show

And said, «Yo, I like your flow.

But man, you really should go solo.»

I took a pause

Let the lighter ignite my beadie

Then I turned around and slapped them little fools with my CD

On me, don’t ever walk up and disrespect my brothers

Unless, you want some trouble from a rather peaceful brother

A wrong turn, made in an effort to rub elbows

First impressions stick like bitch covered in Elmer’s (glue)

«Ahh, it sticks»

It’s the outlandish things they wanna say to me

Who do you claim to be?

You’re just ashamed of me

You want to hit us with your gossip but you’re really out of pocket

Take your mouth and lock it

Zip it

Stop it

The outlandish things they wanna say to me

Who do you claim to be?

You’re like the same to we

Too many slick at the lip when they can’t skip it towards me

With the ideas they had

Most of them just bore me

Now I do take criticisms like shits and flush 'em

Undeservin' egos

Me?

I crush 'em

Hush 'em in the cock pit for snubbin' up my folks

Crackin' jokes

Laughin' at the stories we collected like some soaps

I’m the fuck off the ropes cause I never listen hard

When Four Track tapes might has well have been barred

You gained a foot I gained a yard

You’re in the door, I built a second floor

When you hand me a flier to my own show I’m steppin' more

Faster

Protectin' mine like masters

I didn’t ask for your opinion

Why would I?

You’re beginnin'

Or else you’re on your way out

Seein' the light as it fades out

Yours is over here

Fork it over dear

That’s my money

When you start actin' funny then I know it is

And when they say I sound like someone else they must be blowin'

His dick (slurp slurp)

And he knows you’re a jerk because he told me

And when we do a song, then you’re gonna have to like me

And if you only like me, then you’re gonna have to like him

That’s the way we’re writin'

Signin' off, A Titan

It’s the outlandish things they wanna say to me

Who do you claim to be?

You’re just ashamed of me

You want to hit us with your gossip but you’re really out of pocket

Take your mouth and lock it

Zip it

Stop it

The outlandish things they wanna say to me

Who do you claim to be?

You’re just ashamed of me

You want to hit us with your gossip but you’re really out of pocket

Take your mouth and lock it

Zip it

Bitch said, «The Grouch?

Uuuuah!

Doesn’t he still live with his mom and make beats in the basement?

Duuh?

Aren’t Tom and Corey a little too old to be rapping?

I mean it’s all good and everything because you see, you’re young

But I used to go to parties back at um, 4001

Don’t you think about the future?

I mean it used to be cool

But what about going jobs and goin' to school?»

«Bitch, look at your life!

Ain’t you shootin' porn?»

Ain’t nothin' worse than a fuckin' groupie scorn

Speakin' on my crew, like that’s not my family

You should really watch for who, you choose to speak candidly

Cause I’m a tattle tale

Bout to e-mail the crew with them words you just said

Should have gave me (skull) instead of talkin' head

Now you got me walkin' Fed Express towards the exit

Just like I had a motor

But first I crossed paths with this dick head promoter

«Aye aye, you need to do my club.»

Knows I rock for free cause I do it for the love

I said, «Please don’t curse

L-O-V-E, shit that’s a four letter word

So I’mma let you know just in case you haven’t heard

I don’t MC for free

And that’s period

So if it ain’t doe, then I’m really not hearin' it.»

«Oh you gotta be jokin'.»

«Hell, naw I’m serious

Respect my authori-tie

And quit ignorin' my receipt for dues paid

I mean, who’s brigade was you really tryin' to ask?

I mean, that shit is in the past

Rockin' shows for petty cash

I already mashed on your homie

For comin' at me the wrong way.»

It’s about to be a long day

I exit the wrong way in an attempt to escape

The fools out front beggin' for the free tape

Cause my name’s on the bill

They think I’m full blown

But I also got my name on some bills at home

And I can’t pay for shit with a dope freestyle

Beadie breath and a smile is all you gettin' from me

So when you disappointed by that wack show that you see

Just think to yourself, «FUCK!

I should’ve just bought a Good Music CD.»