The (Sound)'Click is Over
Oh, My, God. PUNCHLINES! This goes out to soundclick on a Takeover tip... remember, if you get mad, what I said might be true. Quick lil' somethin' I did just a minute ago on Fruity Loops. Enjoy.
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Story behind the song
so, I'm on soundclick for two days straight. It's gettin' repetitive, but I can't stop. I'm a music junkie; I keep diggin', hoping to find gold. A lot of people's quirks were getting to me; not making me mad, but I noticed 'em. A bunch of lines popped into my head and I guess I typed it all up. I felt like maybe somebody would relate, so I said, what the hey!
Lyrics
this is for soundclick artists, i'm hatin' to do it
but a lot of ya'll on here is fakin' the fluid
you claim you got game when you makin' the music
with no songs on your site, you can't even prove it
takin' you through it, maybe you're the same as me
sick of hearing these lames on the same old beats
i could diss em in this way all day for weeks
i clicked on a hundred names, it's the same emcee!
it's plain to see, ya'll dudes is doin' it wrong
don't post it, that ain't what you do with your song
cuz that'll get you banned from the internet
and kicked out the store if you even touch a memorex
i doubt a lot of you cats really got what it takes
like thanksgiving at black angus gobblin' steaks
i'm gobblin' fakes, you ain't fresh
you know the west, so you never bring your squad to my state
i'm spittin' jargon right in your face
you ain't chasin' your destiny, you joggin' to your fate
you not robbin' my place, think you can get this great?
you got a better chance gettin' a date on ricki lake
i don't let me get on these chicks
the first rule of spittin', learn how to spit
oh and miss? sorry i don't mean to be rude
don't call yourself sexy if you look like a dude
and most of you "battle rappers" really sound wack
just a bunch of white kids tryin' to sound black
sayin' you got punchlines, but you don't punchlines
spittin' some ridiculous bittens from big pun's lines
you should act like joe budden, calm down
or crank the crunk juice like lil' jon's sound
and lot a ya'll got wack beats with the wrong sound
they like syleena johnson, they all fall down
i turn it around, some of ya'll sound tight
if none of this applies to, then you alright
some of the cats, shouldn't be allowed on the mic
if you ever got signed, you wouldn't get the hype
some of ya'll swear you gettin' signed next week
but you got too much trouble even ridin' the beat!
you boring like cain's story, minus abel
the first wack rappers rhymin', signed to a minor label
somethin' seems strange in the world these days
if you a man, don't compare your rhymes to jean grae's
and don't compare jean to foxy and remy martin
c'mon jean would have would whooped 'em both -- fartin'
you ain't hard son, tryin' to be gangsta and hood
on cable connection? please, what cable in the hood?
you wannabe thugs niggas, i don't know what you heard
but you can't really be a thug and a computer nerd
i know that you're hurt, you wanted to come get me
until you saw the bio, and saw that's my home city
hate that i dissed you but not dissin' me back
no son you ain't official, you officially wack
and i don't if this part applies to you
but who do you fools think you lyin' to?
takin' other peoples' credit, and postin' known songs!
oughta be ashamed, you know that you so wrong
sorry to all the cats i offended with this mess
it was just a little somethin' had to get off this chest
tell your fam i apologize for stoppin your heart
just to see the name at the top of the charts
