Book of Rhymes (feat. DJ Premier)

I don't smile, I don't frown, get too up or get too down (nah)

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

Still here now, stop me how? Your opinion's like a broken calculator

That shit doesn't count

Shut your motherfuckin' mouth

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

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

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

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

Haven't used all the tricks I have

So like my balls, I'm in my bag (my bag)

Get a little teste when I'm mad (I'm mad)

Sick of wrestling this iPad (iPad)

Unsuccessfully, I might add

And I know it's bеst to leave it lie

But even I get obsessed with reading everything

And let it get the best of me 'til I snap ('til I snap)

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)

Especially shit you don't like (shit you don't like)

Don't like it, don't listen

But don't tell me 'bout your favorite rapper rippin'

Some shit he didn't write (shit he didn't write)

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

He used to rap like the people his music was for

He was exactly like them

The dude who 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 cloud, he's yellin' at it again

I talked to your mother, she told me she loved me

All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me

Wants nobody but me, she showed me the Dougie

Can I get a witness like notary public? (Preach)

She said, "Kick 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 instru's mental (this instru's mental) to mini-bars, incidental charges

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

Mental sharpness which makes Slim a walking dentist office

Bitch, I invented flossin'

Yeah, I used to wonder (I used to wonder)

Where my next meal's gonna come from (meal's gonna come from)

Now, I just wonder (now I just wonder)

Where my next mill's gonna come from (mill's gonna come from)

I cannot have no success (have no success)

Unless when I finally make it (finally make it)

I get to remind all the haters (remind all the haters)

Who shitted on me when I'm on my way up (I'm on my way)

My floor is y'all fool's ceilings

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 Bon Iver can swallow a fuckin' Ja Rule bobblehead

And die slow like Alzheimer's (ha-ha)

Lone sniper, I hold a microphone like a loaded rifle

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

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

And y'all are flow biters, so I don't gotta

Explain why they call me your ghostwriter

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

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

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

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

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

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

But gift of gab and pen to pad turn temper tantrums into anthems

Put lips to ass and kiss the cracks, spit your damnedest

You're still gonna hit the canvas

Rippin' rappers, veterans to whippersnappers

Mr. Mathers is killin' this shit, villainous wit with scant less

Syllables rip the planet, biblical shit's fittin' to hit the fan

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

Then the amygdala hippocampus is gonna trigger the ignoramus

To think of the most ridiculous shit to spit then

Pit it against these pitiful rappers

Insidious, these idiots wittiest shit against me shitty as MC Hammer's

Get 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 would you wanna do that for?

No offense, but are you retards 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 starting 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 snidey 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 would pay less to lose

More to gain, daughters raised

Yesterday, glory days, adored and praised, ignored the hate

Addressed the fake, toured with Dre, tore a page from Jordan came

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 it joined a gang, your shit isn't going to bang

You're just boring, lame and more of the same

You have an enormous chain, but a stormless brain

The most you can form is rain

Your shit is pointless, same as a scoreless game

So, bitch, quit lyin', you're denyin' like Mr. Porter's name

Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller

Eyes rollin' back in my skull like Eli Porter

Fire mortar (brr) rounds, Ayatollah, every iota I load up

I owe to my motor mouth

This is my note to self

Sometimes you're gonna bomb

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

I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes

Preemo, 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