Book Of Rhymes

[Intro]

I don't smile, I don't frown, get too up or get too down

I was here, so were you, you came and went, I stuck around

Still here now, stop me how?

Your opinion's like a broken calculator, that shit doesn't count

Shut your motherfucking mouth

[Chorus]

I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I have

I said, I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I have

[Verse 1]

Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, I'm in my bag

Get a little testy when I'm mad, sick of wrestling this iPad

Unsuccеssfully I might add, and I know it's best to leave it livе

But even I get obsessed with reading everything

And let it get the best of me 'til I snap ('Til I snap)

But I need to get off the internet (Get off the internet)

I need to get on the mic (Get on the mic)

You need to get off the internet (Internet), you need to get you a life

Why you waste time just to comment on shit? (Comment on shit)

'Specially shit you don't like (Shit you don't like)

Don't like it, don't listen, but don't tell me 'bout your favorite rapper rippin' some shit he didn't write

What happened to Slim? He was no cap with the pen

He used to rap like the people this music was for

He was exactly like them

Since yo’ dude used to be poor, why can't he tap into him?

Can't use that excuse anymore

He's mad at the wind, he's in a nuclear war

With the cloud he's yelling at it again

I talk to your mother, she told me she love me

All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me

Wants nobody but me, she showed me the dougie

Can I get a witness like notary public?(Preach)

She said "Kick some fly shit" (Fly shit)

I said "I got wings on my ass" (Wings on my ass)

Told her my dick's a cockpit (Dick's a cockpit)

I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants)

Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shit's retarded

This Instr-is-mental, too many bars, incidental charges

When did it start? I been cold hearted in this heart

Since kindergarten, mental sharpness

Which made Simmoll walk, and Dennis soft 'cause bitch, I invented flossin'

Yeah, I used to wonder where my next mill gonna come from

Now, I just wonder where my next mill's gonna come from

I cannot have no success, unless when I finally make it

I get to remind all the haters, who shitted on me when I'm on my way up

My floor is y'all fool's ceilings

If I was you, I would step or find yourself twisted

That's how you'll wind up like spiral stairs

I will swear on a stack of Bibles

I will tear new behinds out of rivals, even your idols

I don't care, it's Music to Be Murdered By

So Bon Iver can swallow a fucking Ja Rule bobblehead

And die slow like old times (Ha-ha)

Lone sniper, I hold the micro-phone like a loaded rifle

My dome's brighter, all I spit from my skull's fire

All that's missing's a motorcycle with the chrome wires, spoke tires and

Y'all are flow biters, so I don't gotta explain why they call me a ghostwriter

[Chorus]

I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had

I said, I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had

[Verse 2]

(Illa)

Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, it's in my bag

I tend to get a little testy when I'm mad

But gift to gab and pen to pad

Turn temper tantrums into anthems

Put lips to ass and kiss the cracks

Spit your damnedest you're still gonna hit the canvas

Rippin' rappers that are Insta whippersnappers

Mr. Mathers is killin' this shit, villainous wit with scandals

Syllables rip the planet, biblical shit's finna hit the fan

Anybody wanna go tit for tat's gonna get hit with that

Then the amygdala hippocampus

Is gonna trigger the ignoramus

To think of the most ridiculous shit to spit

Then pin it against these pitiful rappers

Insidious, these idiots witty as shit, against me, shitty as MC Hammers

Hit your whole squad, send a task force in

If you want it, you're 'bout to get what you asked for then

Put your helmet on, strap your chin

You're 'bout to get you a crash course in

"Who not to start a motherfuckin' rap war with

Or to go against", fuck would you wanna do that for?

No offense, but are you retards slow or dense?

A fuckin' penny has more sense

Yeah, now you gotta get killed, but it's not a big deal

But every thought is so ill and so methodical

Thought I swallowed a pill, I'm startin' to feel like I'm an automobile

With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel

Inside a carnival, 'cause I'm plowin' into everyone who wrote snotty articles

And that explains why the fuck you clowns are all in my grill

Joy and pain, fortune, fame, torture, shame

Choice I made, swore someday

The world would pay, less to lose, more to gain

Daughters raised, yesterday, glory days, adored and praised

Ignore the hate, address the fake

Toured with Dre, tore a page from Jordan King

Destroyed the game, before you came, enjoy your stay

Before it's gone away, but the more you claim

That you're gonna point and aim

If you join their gang, your shit isn't goin' to bang

You're just boring, lame and more the same

You have an enormous chain, but a storm-less brain

The most you could form is rain

Your shit is pointless, same as a scoreless game

So, bitch, quit lyin', you're denyin' like Mr. Porter's name

Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller

Eyes rollin' back in my skull like Eli Porter

Fire motor (Brr), rounds I told to every iota or I load up

I owe to my motor, mouth

This is my note to self

Sometimes you're gonna bomb

So you might just have to blow yourself up with no one's help

I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes

Preemo, take us out

[Outro]

Writin' in my book of rhymes

My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside

Writin' in my book of rhymes

My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside