Ghettosocks, Cesar Comanche - Not Impressed lyrics

There’s more to the metaphorian than
Just a four AM call from your broad to
Make her torso accordion, and according to
Your shorty friend
I been making audiences raise up like doors
On Deloreans where we’re going we
Don’t need no roads
So tell your B to leave her jeans
- she don’t need no clothes
She can feel the breeze free between
Her knees and toes as I
Pat her Daddy’s back when we meet her folks i
Beat a T-rex and rocked a few asian amulets
Caught a little fame in the game and changed
The stats a bit you lost a
Few chasing after it: kids
Kill themselves for the
Love like Montagues dating Capulets
So put the
Tabulets back on the shelf and relax
‘cause suicide
Can be bad for your health what
Me angry? I’m not trying to be mad at an elf
You think you’re nuts? Then
Try tea bagging yourself

I’m not impressed you’re not the best

A bunch of downloads, sending me share
Codes, career trapped in a blog
Nobody really knows that you’re lost
In a fog or how
Your song goes what’s wrong with
This picture where are
Your live shows? So you’re the best outta -
‘cause you’re the best shouter it’s been the
Best you can do, you got the best router
Illest amounts of RAM, processor high power
Laser mouse wireless paired with
The fly tower so this is rap now? It’s just
A bunch of crap most of you cats you
Need to crack down now check the facts how
- became the straw that really broke the
Back, just realize you’re pushin’ wack
Sounds exact-ly i can
Tell you’re happy with all
Your history downloads
But ain’t got jack on the barcodes it’s all
Free - none of it gets sold
It’s so wack you ain’t yet
- started with dues owed

Old-school new-school need to learn
Though i don’t care who you battled when you
Had a permed fro i’m not concerned
Watch you burn, rock it turbo
And run laps around the world before you say
The word ‘go’ not new to it
I’m true to it - been
Doin’ it kid drop jewels
On your boo so you ruin your crib dude
- I’m not dissin’- she’s an intuitive chick
So listen when she says you’re reading into
It a bit let’s get it going
These cronies ain’t steppin’ on
Me their homies are
My Little Ponies holding the
Pepperoni if only their persona weren’t so
Lonely and ‘methadoney’
Their poems wouldn’t be as phoney as Lil’
Kim’s testamoney keep it down -
Quit boasting like you’re hot
‘cause I’ve been blowing up
Spots since you were
Old enough to watch while
I’m signing autographs, posted on
Your block - you’re inside with your boys
Posting on you blog and

I’m not impressed you’re not the best