Classified, Mic Boyd - Sibling Rivalry lyrics
[Classified, Mic Boyd - Sibling Rivalry lyrics]
Oh here we go again, Mic's pissed off
Rhyme for a year, think he's all Hip-Hop
Well excuse me please, Mr 10-Year-Veteran
It looks like the fame might be
Going to your head again
Look: I've had it up to here
Always talking me down bossing me around
Scared I'm taking your crown?
Not even in the slightest yeah, we'll see
Man, you wouldn't write shit if
It wasn't for me
You would have no CD's, no free beats
No trips
You ain't grateful for none of that shit
Wait, run it back kid
You ain't paid me a buck
Why you think I never ever
Had money for that stuff?
Cause you can't keep a job
Man, neither can you
I left home in '98 mom, pa's still your crew
Fuck it: I'll get personal
Put it in perspective
You grew up with a silver spoon
Never learned a lesson
Everything was handed to you
That wasn't my choice
Mom and dad only had enough
Money to put in one boy
And that's me: more skilled, more sick
More ill
More spit, more flow, let's go, no joke
No, bro, let me tell them how it really is:
I'm more ill, more balanced
More real and more talented
We constantly have these rivalries
Okay, enough with the singer man
I thought you were a mc
Yeah, I spit raw and sing a smooth melody
I'm multi talented, you stick to the basics
You find what you're good at
And never ever change it
Yeah I found what I'm good at
I say I got a formula still keepin' fresh
Not the same old boring stuff
Everyday you call, though
"Bro, you're the sickest! Just
Give me a beat, man
Come on! I'll fuckin' rip it!"
Some things never change
Yeah I'm still getttin hand downs
Just got my first pair of Hammer Pants now
You a second rate rapper
What, gettin' bitter cause I rhymed for a
Year and your boys think I'm better?
Oh, I'll give you credit you can rhyme
But, you only just started and
Already in your prime
You're only going down while
I'm slowly going up
Gettin' higher in this game while
You only smokin' up fuck you! Fuck you!
Bitch, I've had it with your attitude
Yeah, well, I'm your brother so really
What can you do?
You're still gonna give me beats for free
You're right, I hope you blow out
Just sign to Half-Life!
And that's me: more skilled, more sick
More ill
More spit, more flow, let's go, no joke
No, bro, let me tell them how it really is:
I'm more ill, more balanced
More real and more talented
We constantly have these rivalries
Rhyme for a year, think he's all Hip-Hop
Well excuse me please, Mr 10-Year-Veteran
It looks like the fame might be
Going to your head again
Look: I've had it up to here
Always talking me down bossing me around
Scared I'm taking your crown?
Not even in the slightest yeah, we'll see
Man, you wouldn't write shit if
It wasn't for me
You would have no CD's, no free beats
No trips
You ain't grateful for none of that shit
Wait, run it back kid
You ain't paid me a buck
Why you think I never ever
Had money for that stuff?
Cause you can't keep a job
Man, neither can you
I left home in '98 mom, pa's still your crew
Fuck it: I'll get personal
Put it in perspective
You grew up with a silver spoon
Never learned a lesson
Everything was handed to you
That wasn't my choice
Mom and dad only had enough
Money to put in one boy
And that's me: more skilled, more sick
More ill
More spit, more flow, let's go, no joke
No, bro, let me tell them how it really is:
I'm more ill, more balanced
More real and more talented
We constantly have these rivalries
Okay, enough with the singer man
I thought you were a mc
Yeah, I spit raw and sing a smooth melody
I'm multi talented, you stick to the basics
You find what you're good at
And never ever change it
Yeah I found what I'm good at
I say I got a formula still keepin' fresh
Not the same old boring stuff
Everyday you call, though
"Bro, you're the sickest! Just
Give me a beat, man
Come on! I'll fuckin' rip it!"
Some things never change
Yeah I'm still getttin hand downs
Just got my first pair of Hammer Pants now
You a second rate rapper
What, gettin' bitter cause I rhymed for a
Year and your boys think I'm better?
Oh, I'll give you credit you can rhyme
But, you only just started and
Already in your prime
You're only going down while
I'm slowly going up
Gettin' higher in this game while
You only smokin' up fuck you! Fuck you!
Bitch, I've had it with your attitude
Yeah, well, I'm your brother so really
What can you do?
You're still gonna give me beats for free
You're right, I hope you blow out
Just sign to Half-Life!
And that's me: more skilled, more sick
More ill
More spit, more flow, let's go, no joke
No, bro, let me tell them how it really is:
I'm more ill, more balanced
More real and more talented
We constantly have these rivalries