Book of Rhymes (feat. DJ Premier)

I don't smile, I don't frown, get two up or get two down

I was here, so were you, you came and went, I stuck around

Still here now, stop me how?

Your opinion's like a broken calculator, that shit doesn't count

Shut your motherfucking mouth

I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

Get 'em all offf my pad, every thought that I had

I said, I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

Get 'em all offf my pad, every thought that I had

Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, I'm in my bag

I get a little testy when I'm mad, sick of wrestlin' this iPad

Unsuccessfully I might add, and I know it's best to leave it live

But even I get obsessed with readin' everything

And let it get the best of me 'til I smash

But I need to get off the internet (Get off the internet)

I need to get on the mic (Get on the mic)

You need to get off the internet (Internet), you need to get you a life

Why you waste time just to comment on shit? (Comment on shit)

'Specially shit you don't like (Shit you don't like)

Don't like it, don't listen, but don't tell me about your favorite rapper

If it's some shit he didn't write

What happened to Slim? He was no cap with the pen

He used to rap like the people's music was lore

He was exactly like them

Since he used to be poor, why can't he tap into him?

Can't use that excuse anymore

He's mad at the wind, he's in a nuclear war

With a clown he's yelling "At it again"

I talk to your mother, she told me she love me

All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me

Wants nobody but me, she showed me the duggy

Can I get a witness like notary public?

She said kicks some fly shit (Fly shit)

I said I got wings on my ass (Wings on my ass)

Told her my dick's a cockpit (Dick's a cockpit)

I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants)

Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shit's retarded

This Instr is mental, too many bars, incidental charges

When did it start? I been cold hearted in this heart

Since kindergarten, mental sharpness

Which made Simmoll walk, and Denice soft, bitch, I invented flossin'

Yeah, I used to wonder where my next meal's gonna come from

Now I just wonder where my next mil (million) gonna come from

I can not have no success, unless when I finally make it

I get to remind all the haters, who shitted on me when I'm on my way up

My flow is [?] sentences

If I was you, I would step or find yourself twisted

That's how you'll wind up like spiral stairs

I will swear on a stack of Bibles

I will tear new behinds out of rivals, even your idols

I don't care, it's Music To Be Murdered By

So bottle back and swallow a fucking Ja Rule bobblehead

Then die slow like old times (Ha ha)

Low sniper, I hold the micro-phone like a loaded rifle

My dome's brighter, all I spit from my skull is fire

All that's missing's a motorcycle with the chrome wires, smoke tires in

Y'all are a flow biters, so I don't gotta explain why they call me a ghostwriter

I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

Get 'em all offf my pad, every thought that I had

I said, I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had

Haven't used all the tricks I had, so like my balls, it's in my bag

I tend to get a little testy when I'm mad

But gifted gathered, the pen to pad

Turn temper tantrums into anthems

Put lips to ass and kiss the cracks

Spit your damn, bitch, you're still gonna hit the canvas

Rippin' rappers that are Insta whippersnappers

Mr. Mathers is killin' this shit, illin' and whippin'

Syllables rip the planet, biblical shit's gonna hit the fan

Anybody wanna go tit for tat's gonna get hit with that

Then the amygdala hippocampus

Gonna trigger the ingoramus

To think of the most ridiculous shit then spit

Then pin it against these pitiful rappers

Insidious, these idiots witty as shit, against me, shitty as MC Hammers

Put your whole squad, send a task force in

If you want it, you're 'bout to get what you asked for

Then put your helmet on, strap your chin

You're 'bout to get you a crash course in

Who not to start a motherfuckin' rap war with

Or to go against, fuck you wanna do that for?

No offense, but are you retard, slow or dense?

A fuckin' penny has more sense

Yeah, now you gotta get killed, but it's not a big deal

But every thought is so ill and so methodical

Thought I swallowed a pill, I'm startin' to feel like I'm an automobile

With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel

Inside a carnival, 'cause I'm plowin' into everyone who wrote snotty articles

And that explains why the fuck you clowns are all in my grill

Joy and pain, fortune, fame, torture, shame

Choice I made, swore someday

The world'll pay, less to lose, more to gain

Daughter's raised, yesterday, glory days, adored and praised

Ignore the hate, address the fake

Toured with Dre, tore a page from Jordan king

Destroyed the game, before you came, enjoy your stay

Before it's gone away, but the more you claim

That you're gonna point and aim

If you join the game, your shit isn't goin' to bang

You're just boring, lame and more the same

You have an enormous chain, but a storm-less brain

The most you can conform is rain

Your shit is pointless, shame as a scoreless game

So, bitch, quit lyin', your denyin' like Mr Porter's name

Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller

Eyes rollin' back in my skull, it get lot harder

Fire motor [?] or I load up, I order my motor, mouth

This is my note to self

Sometimes you're gonna bomb

So you might just have to blow yourself up with no one's help

I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes

Premo, take us out

Writin' in my book of rhymes

My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside

Writin' in my book of rhymes

My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside