Skillz - The Conceited Bastard lyrics

Uh, what what? Supafriendz, uh, uh

Straight up and down, ain't no comparing me
See cause, I got some shit
That'll put y'all motherfuckers
Back in freestyle therapy, B
I make rappers fall like when school starts
Like cheap tissue
When you're next to my shit
You're getting ripped apart
Dissing wack niggas without rehearsal
No matter what I say somebody
Gonna take it personal, so fuck it
Your man put down the cheddar
Nigga we get the pay oh
I make sure you lose a friend for life
And be looking for a way home
Get dropped on your rap block
Without leaving a spot
Separate you from the jock
I got plans to make you hot


Watch an MC and you rot
Nigga these flows is crisp
When a mic in my hand bitches
Is supposed to be like this
There's mad niggas that wanna
See Mad Skillz slip
Yeah you gonna see me slip
Past your ass with your bitch in my whip
Get a grip
Whoever got the itch then I got the scratch
MC's wanna get gassed
I feed their ass a lit match
All these jealous-ass niggas acting sheisty
Better tongue kiss Magic Johnson before
They tell me I'm nice
But that's aiight, Northside E
Conceited times three
Come through your town on skis
Subtracting MC's
Word to Battle be in Lonnie's last name
Approach me, all you getting that
Plus you getting blown out the fucking frame
Who the nigga that got a big
Head when he on the mic, pa?
Ask a question, answer me (Bastard, you are)

Who the MC that grab the mic
And start busting rappers' asses?
(You are you conceited bastard)
Who be burning beats down leaving
You with straight ashes?
(You are you conceited bastard)
Who's the one who put wack
MC's right in their casket?
(You are you conceited bastard)
Man these fools, they slower
Than retarded molasass, who the nicest?
(You are you conceited bastard)

Ayo, these little niggas in the rap game
They straight lame had diss you in a rhyme
But these niggas be scared to say your name
If a nigga say mine, he getting bagged, kid
I'm a be in the
Studio whipping his ass before he
Can finish his fucking ad-libs
Taking me out? Stop hoping
Niggas always say they gonna do
It, it never get done, it's like voting
I get it open, rhymes tying into name
Simple and plain, I pull rhymes
One ring and one chain
I give a fuck about fame
Press your luck and quit
Mic-wise you realize I ain't that
Nigga you wanna fuck with
I'm nice as a bitch with the rhyme
If a nigga say I'm wack
He don't know his name
Can't walk a straight line
Pissy drunk, screaming like Onyx
Forgot his social security number
Damn near drowning in his own vomit
I kill logic, test me friend
You'll be in a club with your clothes
On backwards hollaring at
A well-known lesbian
Half of y'all niggas got wack
Raps and wack tracks
Talking about you representing
Putting your town on the map
Still, your mother heard your tape
And wanted to shoot you
And niggas around this bitch wonder
Why we call ourselves "Super?"
Your flows get you free lunch
Mine get dough and cash
You shouldn't like that your ho got my
Logo tatooed on her fucking ass
I do all y'all playa haters, believe me
You trying to end your career
Before this shit even start, come see me

Who the MC that grab the mic
And start busting rappers' asses?
(You are you conceited bastard)
Who be burning beats down leaving
You with straight ashes?
(You are you conceited bastard)
Who's the one who put wack
MC's right in their casket?
(You are you conceited bastard)
Man these fools, they slower
Than retarded molasass, who the nicest?
(You are you conceited bastard)

"Well that's true" "You are"