Lyrics
Yall rapping cuz you think
You’ll get signed by Rocafella.
I’ll rap to the point
Where yall buying my acapellas.
Everybody rocking big capes,
Cuz they dropped a mixtape.
I tried listening,
They sounded like some big apes.
Few signs of intelligence.
Lines lacking relevance.
It was garbage before I got the smell of it.
Your flow is worthless
Like them rivers on mars.
I’m not a small dude
But I’m even bigger on bars.
I got that outer space flow.
Spit liquid moon dust.
Keep slaying opponents
Until their tomb rusts
You aint the people’s champ.
You’re a broke Freddie Mitchell.
My lyrical darts hit you
Like military missiles
Only time you bammas
Should ever step to me
Is when you, get with the beat
And move your hands and feet.
Like
Yall hoes is step teamers
I flow like wet dreamers
And go jet streamers
CHORUS
This is what we call the weed out process,
Cuz we doubt, yall bout, nothing but nonsense.
We doubt you got skillz. We doubt you got flow.
We doubt that you’re real. We doubt you're gonna blow.
This is what we call the weed out process
Cuz we doubt yall bout nothing but nonsense.
The weed out process, the weed out process,
The weed out, the weed out, the weed out process.
VERSE 2
I’ve decided more futures than crystal balls and juries.
You just standby watching like the Swedish military.
You bammas are gone get buried minus the cemetery.
You thought lights out was scary till the fury of my flurry.
I can be a cold man (Coleman) but I’m twice the height of Gary.
My flow is Hall of Fame like the game of Eddie Murray
So I don’t get your hurry or why you choose to scurry
Around like little girls and tell untrue stories when
I’m everywhere your crew goes like Traci Murray
Or the Visas that you carry, maybe your vision’s blurry.
If you can’t see the boy is hotter than chicken curry.
Got no time to tarry. I’m doing it like you dared me.
Greater than mortal man so you really can’t compare me.
My style is just too varied and too heavy to be carried.
Hit low like subs. Not the kind made by Jerry.
So don’t come around. I’m from around where blossoms are cherry.
CHORUS
This is what we call the weed out process,
Cuz we doubt, yall bout, nothing but nonsense.
We doubt you got skillz. We doubt you got flow.
We doubt that you’re real. We doubt you're gonna blow.
This is what we call the weed out process
Cuz we doubt yall bout nothing but nonsense.
The weed out process, the weed out process,
The weed out, the weed out, the weed out process.
1st Bridge
DJs make mixtapes. Rappers make demos.
Yall think you’re the boss cuz you’re hopping out of limos.
You aint tha DON, kid. You’re just a PROM kid.
I make a PROMise, your flows are VOMit.
Regurgitated garbage already made me sick.
Already made me pick, up this mic and kick
Flows like soccer balls, never gone be dropping off
I was breaking rappers off, when yall were eating applesauce.
CHORUS
This is what we call the weed out process,
Cuz we doubt, yall bout, nothing but nonsense.
We doubt you got skillz. We doubt you got flow.
We doubt that you’re real. We doubt you're gonna blow.
This is what we call the weed out process
Cuz we doubt yall bout nothing but nonsense.
The weed out process, the weed out process,
The weed out, the weed out, the weed out process.
Chorus repeats during the following statement:
These are the underground emcees I respect.
F.A.T., Killa D, Moon, Myst, Mr. J, Frontside, Rez, Lankizzle, Da Link Squad, DZK, Silhouette, K-Nice, Epidemik, Crisis, PHZ-Sicks, Dahnamics, Fregen, Praverb, and Warbux.
If I didn’t say your name, take it as a diss. Take it as a challenge. Take it as a wake up call. Your snot-nose boys in homeroom tell you that you got talent cuz they think they’ll be able to pull some groupies if you blow up, but you won’t blow up cuz you have stage fright. How you gonna rock a crowd with stage fright?
Hip Hop is not just something you do in your r
