Rhyme Asylum, Copywrite - Attitude Problem lyrics

We don’t give a flying fuck
About fact or fiction
Sleep talk freestyles iller than
Most these rappers writtens
I laugh at you faggots dissin’ (hahaha)
It only adds fuel to my drive
And fire to my ammunition
We represent the future (yeah)
Your bars are conclusive proof that God
Has a sense of humor
Rather loop up ambulance sirens
Thanks to you
This year my favorite album’s been SILENCE
Refuse to start dumbin’ it down
It must be a bit hard to spit
Bars with my nuts in your mouth (suck 'em)
You hate the fact we’re charismatic
The world DOES revolve around me
My spinal cords are planet’s axis (yeah)
Psiklone, Possessed, Plazma and Skirmish
(what)
We swallow our pride and spit arrogant verses
Your patterns are worthless
Lackin’ in purpose i lost my temper and it
Never managed to surface

Credit where credit’s due
That’s why we’ve got no respect for you
I’ll do what you attempt to do
Pissed off with Hip Hop from top to bottom
We got an attitude, now you’ve got a problem
We’re the greatest under the skies
So run for your lives
Say we hate but you give us nothing to like
Pissed off with Hip Hop from top to bottom
We’ve got an attitude
And you’ve got a problem

I’m on some arrogant shit
All these talentless cliques
Made me add to my list
Some more rappers to diss
Chattin’ bout you "underachievers"
Braggin’ bout your couple releases
But nothin’ was decent
It’s like possessing skills is a
Thing of the past
There’s an epidemic of wack
Rappers killin’ the art
You artists are underground
Tryna reach for the skies
We started above the clouds
At unbelievable heights (for real)
Forked tongue and the eyes of a snake
When you smile in my face
Pretend it’s all love while
Disguising your hate
And you bredders talk tough
To inflate your egos
You’re clowns in a freakshow that
Play the lead role
My clique’s tight and undivided
Yelling "fuck the silence!"
‘Cause, I’d rather swallow my
Tongue than bite it for you
My love and forgiveness doesn’t exist
And so I’ll drown you in
The water under the bridge

No one’s fuckin’ with this
Don’t just button your lip
Close it shut with a zip
Sew it up with a stitch
I’m that stubborn son of a bitch (haha)
A heart so strong whenever it
Beats it ruptures my ribs
It’s the RA sneak-attack, the beast is back
(yeah) i use my imagination
You just repeat the facts (haha)
Yet to meet my match (what)
Had the most quotables in rap before
I’d even released a track
Bring death to your life’s work
If we’re both in the same boat
I hope we’re heading for icebergs
Arrogance hittin’ critical mass
Sounds like an Indian Giver gave you
The gift of the gab
Hit tracks with the impact of sledgehammers
Spit raps while I piss on
The graves of dead rappers
Take a giant sized step backwards
So big headed when I think
About myself my neck fractures

Nervous son, only younger dude that these
Old heads learn from
So tell these hippies hug a fuckin’
Tree while I burn one
Rollin’ phillies, hold my city down now
No doubt
All by myself c’mon now, Bow Wow don’t count
You liars claim you’re writers
You’re pussy so buckle up chump
Pretend you put the porno on mute
And shut the fuck up
Anywhere in the US it’s like
I’m in London factual, bitch
Guaranteed I receive pounds after I spit
The bastard, the prince, has you convinced
Through the first line
That I’m the worst kind of
Fuckin’ rapper there is
He needs three 16’s, and I don’t like him
He’s ass
For the right type of cash and hash
I’ll ghostwrite him some trash
Tell bitches bumps on my dick
Ribbed for her pleasure
Then shit in her dresser and
Dip with her treasure time you
Stare in my eyes dude i might blind you
If I even do adlibs behind you
I’ll outshine you
Yo, Cop, Cop, Copy…Rhyme Asylum!
Leatherface, what up?
Yeah, it’s the UK bro, and OHIO
ODOT in the buildin’, you already know, C
Get that straitjacket ready!