Declaime, Madlib - Enuff lyrics
[Declaime, Madlib - Enuff lyrics]
Got the bad news pickin' same crews
Tryin' to check ones and twos (One, two)
I saw you rappin' in the back of the club
Tryin' to practice
I'll do you wack, my style on the mattress
'Cause you're below average
Put you to sleep 'cause you're weak and speak
Petty confetti, I'm ready to throw speed
At you
End up with the stature, then I'll fracture
When I catch you
You know I'll splat you when I bust
Rap just ended more like a veteran
Lettering capital lateral with no federal
Sexual hetoral style non-edible
Why people say I'm incredible
But still
It's hard dealing with this industry
So many wack rappers pretending to be
Extra rough with the rugged, raw, tough
Why y'all bluff? CDP, yo, had enough
Yo
Man and it don't stop
Moving like this the Crate Digga station
Stress relation uh
Keeping to myself when stress is felt
I dealt with mad problems
Uplift me away to solve 'em
Pick up the pieces
Replace 'em to their places, so now it ceases
No more weak get in with just
A hook and a grin
Still with real, I fill open spaces
Lyric holes in niggas' faces
Rap-related cases (Uh)
Off on my own, I got the song
So why can't I get in?
CDP is straight hittin'
Without a deal, but still stay real
And will the stress ever be relieved?
At least tone it down a bit
Because I'm fed up with
The fake and counterfeit i can't fit in
And must not let the stress win (Stress win)
You can't let the stress win yo, yo
You can't the stress win yo
You can't let the stress win yo
You can't let the stress win yo
But, it's still hard dealing
With this industry
'Cause so many wack rappers pretending to be
Extra rough with the rugged, raw, tough
Why you all bluff? 'Cause CDP had enough
Yo
Check it out, yo
Tryin' to check ones and twos (One, two)
I saw you rappin' in the back of the club
Tryin' to practice
I'll do you wack, my style on the mattress
'Cause you're below average
Put you to sleep 'cause you're weak and speak
Petty confetti, I'm ready to throw speed
At you
End up with the stature, then I'll fracture
When I catch you
You know I'll splat you when I bust
Rap just ended more like a veteran
Lettering capital lateral with no federal
Sexual hetoral style non-edible
Why people say I'm incredible
But still
It's hard dealing with this industry
So many wack rappers pretending to be
Extra rough with the rugged, raw, tough
Why y'all bluff? CDP, yo, had enough
Yo
Man and it don't stop
Moving like this the Crate Digga station
Stress relation uh
Keeping to myself when stress is felt
I dealt with mad problems
Uplift me away to solve 'em
Pick up the pieces
Replace 'em to their places, so now it ceases
No more weak get in with just
A hook and a grin
Still with real, I fill open spaces
Lyric holes in niggas' faces
Rap-related cases (Uh)
Off on my own, I got the song
So why can't I get in?
CDP is straight hittin'
Without a deal, but still stay real
And will the stress ever be relieved?
At least tone it down a bit
Because I'm fed up with
The fake and counterfeit i can't fit in
And must not let the stress win (Stress win)
You can't let the stress win yo, yo
You can't the stress win yo
You can't let the stress win yo
You can't let the stress win yo
But, it's still hard dealing
With this industry
'Cause so many wack rappers pretending to be
Extra rough with the rugged, raw, tough
Why you all bluff? 'Cause CDP had enough
Yo
Check it out, yo