Dedicated To One (Instrumental)
Instrumental to B.I.'s first dedicated diss track, "Dedicated To One".
Straight up hip-hop production, funny stuff
The Cybertron Sound. Just what is that, one may ask? Ask the one who coined the term, and he'll tell you, it's a state of mind, a time and place that can't be recreated, a time to which people wish they could relive. When you hear it, you just know you're back in those times.
The collection of tracks you'll find here are bits and pieces of the The Cybertron Sound's greatest fan's take on the original creations,
for personal projects.
Just who is the man? No one knows; he goes by a ton of aliases. For the sake of simplicity, just call him Dr. Claw. Hardly anyone knows where he's really from, however it's safe to say he's a "Cybertron" native. Whatever the case, he's a man who seems to have a whole lot of time on his hands, enough to bring The Cybertron Sound to your home.
Story behind the song
After subliminal disses back and forth to Dextra, B.I. finally lets the woman have it on "Dedicated To One".
As far as the beat goes, one can instantly tell the beginning was jacked from Memphis Bleek's "Hand It Down" intro on Jay-Z's "Vol. 2, Hard Knock Life" album. This one was done in 2000.
Lyrics
Intro (B.I. talking):
This goes out to that blue-haired broad who talks too damn much...
Didn't want to say nothin', but you had to open your mouth
When I think you ain't that bad, you go and erase all doubt
Take my dwindling respect for you and switch it out with hatred
Built up under a wall of silence, now I'm fed up with your fake shit
You dis me in public, say worse about me in private
Listen to the he-say-she-say, while I remain quiet
Actin all pissy and shit, bitchin', callin' me a prude
When I'm just tired of motherfuckers screwin' up and actin' crude
Yo, these people don't wanna hear about how many people you screwed
How you frig off with KY, who you wanna see nude
The depths of your manko, where you hit to break it off
How sloppy your kisses get, whoever's clothes you're takin' off
What some stupid kid did behind the scenes with his honey
Or how you think kickin' dudes in the groin is so funny
The size of somebody's cack, nah, I'm not hearin' ya
You play a pussy role, hidin' behind some queer so they're fearin' ya
You're more than a bitch, way below a whore or a trick
You don't even deserve to be called a chick with a dick
Or even a pile of shit like you eat and produce
Can't put up or shut up, so both sets of your lips are loose,
Ask me how it's hanging and I'll say I hope it's you on a noose
Cause when it comes to complimentin' you, there's simply no use
Swear you're a dime, but you know you're a deuce
Like the second numeral, your big mouth'll take you straight to your funeral
Chorus (Strider's Scratch):
"Back out my face, keep my name out your mouth"
(K-Solo, "I Can't Hold It Back")
"Take this rhyme home and think it through"
(Prodigy, Mobb Deep's "Shook Ones Pt. II)
"Keep my name out/my name out your mouth"
(K-Solo, "I Can't Hold It Back")
"Or the next rhyme I write might be about you"
(Prodigy, Mobb Deep's "Shook Ones Pt. II)
Oh, I write a song you don't like, and what, you hate me now?
Gonna find out where I rest, come over and chase me down?
Suck a cock! It wasn't even about you, so why are you trippin'?!
And don't even give me that monkey crap about how I hate women
You snatch ass pigeon! People wonder why I stay hidden
Cause bitches like you make a hell out of my daily living
Talkin' that shit about "If you don't like it, then don't listen"
And if I said the same to you, you start pissin' your pants and bitchin'
You say I'm full of crap because I said I said some girl had a prick?
Only because I didn't like her? Now that's some funny shit
Claim I'm soft on the men and that I'm buddy-buddy with
Those horny faggots doin' cruddy shit, whatever you fugly trick!
You instigate, buttin' in things you've got nothin' to do with
The only way I'd hate women is if they were all like you, bitch!
You're just mad because I ain't your personal servant
Shit, if somebody like you gets hurt and deserted, you deserve it!
You girl talk and run your mouth, don't even check the evidence
Knowin' it's either nonexistant or irrelevant
But because she's a chick, you insist it/Fuck you, I hope you get fisted
With a pair of brass knuckles until you get blistered
Don't get it twisted/I ain't no woman's bitch, that's some queer shit
I know you said I cave in to chicks, think I didn't hear it?
Fuck fisted, get off the rag and on a tampon
Hope you get it up the ass from some dom wearin' a strap-on
Chorus (Strider's Scratch)
Let's go into detail about how you violate
Maybe after I expose your evil, you won't wonder why I hate
Every time some guy you don't like is in a sticky situation
You step up to the confrontation with your incessant instigation
Usin' unecessary brutality, scroungin' around for gossip
Just so you can pop shit like a fake ass Susan Faludi
You need to stop it, I see you maulin' dudes droolin' on chicks
When you do the same thing on Thursday nights? Bullshit!
How can you say I'm full of shit, with the way you act
Claimin' it's
