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Story behind the song
Instrumental from: Soulja Boy's "2 Milli"
Lyrics by: Sir Pure
Lyrics
I sit back and listen to this so called hip hop
I gotta ask when in the world is it gonna stop
You got kids claimin to be great
When they can't even get their minds straight
They walk around icy, call em all winter
Knowin they can't touch me, and I'm not filtered
Must be hard tryin to impress everybody
Tryin to convince them that you're the best
When in fact it's your label driven your success
Kid please I'm tired of hearin you say hit list
Actin like a thug when you ain't even of fitness
Hidin behind an army of closed doors
Reminiscent of a scared little cub hidin from the downpoor
Two peas in a pod showin no fear of God
Holdin their jock, claimin to have girls envy their rocks
Since when did real rappers talk about materials
I don't recall a change in style, you're all too serial
Don't get that confused with a killa
Cause the only thing you've killed is the thrill
One says he is the best rapper, the other a devil
Both on the same label, both with lyrics that are terrible
Lil B can't make up his mind talkin E.T.
Kid is obsessed with not bein the human species
Soulja boy can tell em all he wants to
But nothin will change the fact the kid is poo poo
I hadn't realized the criteria for bein the best
I guess it means I gotta talk like this
Then maybe I can say anythin I want to
Without makin any sense or rhymin like I'm spose to
Soulja boy havin to make videos to build himself up
I guess not enough fans have yet drank from his cup
2 milli on twitter means what son
Lil B has had his soul lost, now hangin with soulja for a cost
Makes no sense all the contradictions
These two mention that they can game
Then why don't they now accept my challenge
SODMG gamin ain't nothin but a joke
Come get at me when you feel you can hang with skill
Throw me on that hit list, Halo or Gears you're the ones with fear
Sell out to Hell itself, but I'd rather see you saved
You want to run another relay usin other rappers names
So you can try proclaimin further fame to your own name
Man oh man these silly individuals
Gotta try and capture their own minds, it's subliminal
Not enough to symbolize their flaws to their fans
They gotta try to control the beliefs of us to fam
Tell me how it feels lyin awake at night
Insomnia crawlin on your insides
With no light in sight, just the reminder of stage fright
Can't even fill the entire beat lyrically
So you talk about stuff with no true meaning
Is it so hard to say a verse without one curse
Oh I forgot you have to have them as fillers
Cause you both lack that element of intelligence
In which it takes to create a true masterpiece
You'd think bein so great and havin all the goods
You could develop a four minute rhyme that's well understood
Come and try to play me, you can't out style me
Remember my name cause it isn't one that's hiding
I stand on the rock of Christ, try to penetrate his armor
I dare you to stand in the presence of a real believer
You clamor and shiver just at the sight of Christ
It is obvious that kid B has a demon inside
There's nothin based about me, cause I am lifted
Gifted by the real God, so nice try misfit
Funny it isn't either of you that gets the women
If money talks then that is what's attractin em
Such a pity our nation is in the debt that it is
Yet we got cats like these with full pockets
Homelessness is speakin volumes, but isn't bein heard
Instead we gotta hear nonsense that these two slur
I can't believe so many fuel their demeanor
Givin in to their lack of talent and sketchy behavior
I'd love to hear a response or meet em on the sticks
I'm not hard to find, they're still just kids
I wonder if they've ever had a real experience
Or if their too puppet to break away from the deliriousness
Swallowed up in this so called game
Nothin special about em, they just keep flauntin their shame
Get at me, it's Sir Pure on the flow and eXodus in the videogames
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