Diamond D, The Psychotic Neurotics - Fuck What U Heard lyrics
[Diamond D, The Psychotic Neurotics - Fuck What U Heard lyrics]
"Although I hit a pound of herbs
I'm still nice with the verbs
So fuck what you heard"
I break shit up so just chill, and sit still
I'm not on the pop hop but yo my shit still
Sells like a mother, there's not another
Dark brown brother who grew up undercover
Running game on a dame like Too $hort
I'll smoke an MC like a Newport
Or a Marlboro, or a Salem
It doesn't matter 'cause I take
Him and I wail him
Get a rush of the nicotine, battle?
Nigga please, I won't even attempt
But, if the crowd thinks
He's a worthy opponent
I'll grab the mic and show I own it
Yo bust it, better off if you not sing
God bless the pothead
As I remember what my moms and my pops said
Strive for the best, you gain your respect
Or you can settle for
A public assistance check
If you don't want to break your neck
So I said "What the heck?"
People always say "Hey we like
The way you make beats"
He doesn't use breakbeats
But, I take it in stride and
Do my work on the inside
Won't flake on the flimside
"Although I hit a pound of herbs
I'm still nice with the verbs
So fuck what you heard"
From the halls of Montezuma to
The shores of Tripoli my style slams
But some still want to get with me
I don't understand, kid you just can't see me
When my LP drop all my
Friends will want a freebie
Whether in a car or you ride the train
My style stands out like a vericose vein
So don't front cause you know I'm the champ
Better off trying to buy a pack
Of Newports with a food stamp
'Cause the odds are none
'Cause like Jimmy Castor, I've just begun
Brothers can't believe how the
Skills have gotten
Spicy as a steak with potatoes au gratin
But, I'm not soup, I just got a lot of nerve
'Cause motherfuckers want to see me
Shoot to the curve
But, I just won't slip cause a slip ain't hip
I stay on my toe like Broadway Joe
One time I did I thought the
Girl was a friend of me
So I started sleeping with the enemy
I won't let a stunt misguide me
And you can jump on my tree stump
If you want to ride me
"Although I hit a pound of herbs
I'm still nice with the verbs
So fuck what you heard"
See like hotcakes
People have prostate cancer of the liver
Yo, cause I deliver
Legit new shit that hit's like a mule kick
Don't try to flip, money grip, or you'll get
A very swift kick in the anus, yeah
Homeboy, I'll make you famous
As a young buck people used to call me shorty
When I was broke I used
To chip in for forties
But there's no retreat or surrender
And my pockets stay stuffed with legal tender
So give a shout if you with me (yeah)
Give a shout if you with me (yeah)
So give a shout and let me know
If you like the way the flow, goes
And yo
Does it matter on the FDR or the Westside
People contemplate what's the best side
But, I sit back and observe
Like a Buddhist monk
'Cause Diamond gots spunk
For the new generation like Pepsi
I'll make your grandmother say
"Heavens to Betsy"
"Although I hit a pound of herbs
I'm still nice with the verbs
So fuck what you heard"
I'm still nice with the verbs
So fuck what you heard"
I break shit up so just chill, and sit still
I'm not on the pop hop but yo my shit still
Sells like a mother, there's not another
Dark brown brother who grew up undercover
Running game on a dame like Too $hort
I'll smoke an MC like a Newport
Or a Marlboro, or a Salem
It doesn't matter 'cause I take
Him and I wail him
Get a rush of the nicotine, battle?
Nigga please, I won't even attempt
But, if the crowd thinks
He's a worthy opponent
I'll grab the mic and show I own it
Yo bust it, better off if you not sing
God bless the pothead
As I remember what my moms and my pops said
Strive for the best, you gain your respect
Or you can settle for
A public assistance check
If you don't want to break your neck
So I said "What the heck?"
People always say "Hey we like
The way you make beats"
He doesn't use breakbeats
But, I take it in stride and
Do my work on the inside
Won't flake on the flimside
"Although I hit a pound of herbs
I'm still nice with the verbs
So fuck what you heard"
From the halls of Montezuma to
The shores of Tripoli my style slams
But some still want to get with me
I don't understand, kid you just can't see me
When my LP drop all my
Friends will want a freebie
Whether in a car or you ride the train
My style stands out like a vericose vein
So don't front cause you know I'm the champ
Better off trying to buy a pack
Of Newports with a food stamp
'Cause the odds are none
'Cause like Jimmy Castor, I've just begun
Brothers can't believe how the
Skills have gotten
Spicy as a steak with potatoes au gratin
But, I'm not soup, I just got a lot of nerve
'Cause motherfuckers want to see me
Shoot to the curve
But, I just won't slip cause a slip ain't hip
I stay on my toe like Broadway Joe
One time I did I thought the
Girl was a friend of me
So I started sleeping with the enemy
I won't let a stunt misguide me
And you can jump on my tree stump
If you want to ride me
"Although I hit a pound of herbs
I'm still nice with the verbs
So fuck what you heard"
See like hotcakes
People have prostate cancer of the liver
Yo, cause I deliver
Legit new shit that hit's like a mule kick
Don't try to flip, money grip, or you'll get
A very swift kick in the anus, yeah
Homeboy, I'll make you famous
As a young buck people used to call me shorty
When I was broke I used
To chip in for forties
But there's no retreat or surrender
And my pockets stay stuffed with legal tender
So give a shout if you with me (yeah)
Give a shout if you with me (yeah)
So give a shout and let me know
If you like the way the flow, goes
And yo
Does it matter on the FDR or the Westside
People contemplate what's the best side
But, I sit back and observe
Like a Buddhist monk
'Cause Diamond gots spunk
For the new generation like Pepsi
I'll make your grandmother say
"Heavens to Betsy"
"Although I hit a pound of herbs
I'm still nice with the verbs
So fuck what you heard"