Luyện nghe bài hát Dumb Out

I'm stuck between and flop, underground and mainstream
Conscious, backpack, that, same thing
I'm between the real and the fakeness
The red pill, blue pill, of the Matrix
And I can't this
If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face
And everything I say in these
Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate
I'll be debatin it, it's a bit outragous
Like it's an air virus, and this shits
I'm like niggaz actually play this
Maybe I'm buggin out, I'm on a spaceship
See I was on my stay out shit
The way Mouse shit, I'm here just to lay out real shit
Besides, other dudes styles me of spinnin rims
That shit got played out quick
See some him off, some said he was done
Made a of, hope he enjoyed the run
I don't bein shunned, so I'm back as Neo
Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as
I had the whole hood thinkin' he never eat
Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would meet
I it if you said it
You wrote it on online then I it, now I match it nigga bet it
I remember clearly
Once "Pump It Up" stopped soarin, there's a few mother stopped callin
See I shit spread like cancer
I would call folks said, folk answer
A few chicks runnin started they pants up
A few stopped actin like my dancer
But a hit once they started to neglect me
See there I was, I was all that sexy

be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard'
I just let get a head start
I walk to the finish, y'all out chase
Nah out pace, and I'll still win the race
See I'm
Other niggaz legs starts wobblin, opportunity is start knockin
You got the crown, pass off Stockton
It's to work, I'm offically clocked in
He is a problem, and bobbin'
Through the that his label tried to drop him
I can't leave, even though big options
Kev only signed me, to keep this rockin'
Don't ask me how I'm doin, I better
Stuck in cold February, with a thin
I'm far from a "YES" man, I'm a setter
It's no games, a Def Jam Vendetta
Don't put in the same sink as me
I mean metaphors, storylines, shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit
don't use to ink like me
Niggaz don't even like me
Who sees I'm watchin, he ain't poppin'
deserve to drink water from the tub that I wash in
WAIT, start again, it's a to breath the same air that I farted in
They want no with him
I dare niggaz me
If my name's on a mixtape, capitalize me
I been stopped goin' to Mixtape
Don't them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours
I had other ideas, while hittin'
I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and a suit
See I'm Grammy's
Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad handy
Each day there's a "W", it felt heaven
I'm at an actress's house, that felt like
R&B on, looked and felt like
Gave me 'til I felt like an Excedrin
very fly
Least until I bought pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes
And these dudes might as well be Foxx
Trying to sound like somebody that already
The kid a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em
Your first ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em
Now if you sell 5 mill, they had enough of 'em
Let me out Hip Hop's turnin' Republican
sum it up to what he is about
Still new to most, they feelin' him out
Things were bland, Joey seasoned him out
I'm the nicest out since "Reasonable Doubt"
Say it so
Rest In Luther, there's some other niggaz gay on the low
So live, who can see 'em, no guy
I'm the Mets, was to be ill in '05
As ill as the gets, need a pill a dosage
So if you can't tell, I'm for '06
About to OD, anybody that me
Can you I'm bout to make shit feel like it's '03
More '99
No names should be mentioned but mine, unless you Big Pun in his prime
Maybe '96 Jay, Dame was throwin' money around
Or 2pac without around
Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his
Cam'ron "Children Of The Corn"
Beans before the cops came and try to grill 'em
I'm talkin '95, Big L before killed 'em
Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the jail
Canibus, no album out the L shit
Talkin' Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke
Or Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost
I do it all, who blendin' so well in the
Talkin' Fab, when he was still spellin' his name
On my Diddy shit, Grizzly shit
back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit
Rappers don't trouble with I
Unless Rass Kass before the D.W.I
Or Talib with Mos, before "Be"
If they any common, don't put 'em before me
See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a
Joe stop it, skills speak for you, don't pop shit
Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop
I that bootleg cable, it's no box shit
All black, lookin' grimey in the
on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out
I toast tiny that'll blaow
Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your
I probably cats, cause I don't ride out in some big car
In the streets, like I am some big
And these young mother fuckers, is about to up
Like leavin' they whole career in some car
No names, but it's no
Nigga you know who you are, I'll end it before it too far
Your pub fucked, you a liar money
Joe's spendin "Pump It Up", "Fire" money
Glock for money, don't try to mug me
ASCAP, maybe B.M.I for money
Please, what's wrong wit 'em, ain't the norm' wit 'em
Ain't too dudes out there, out performin 'em
Some acquire skills, I was born wit 'em
Street's askin' what's takin' so wit 'em
Jump Off, I'm the to happen
He's the answer, the who's got the in rappin'
I you ask 'em
If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, I'm the Windex and a napkin
New dudes is whack, some is has-been's
Some Top 20, till I crept right passed 'em
It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it
Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it
Still it nigga
If I only get 'em two times, just it was the dilinger nigga
that YAK music, don't know how to act music
Gettin' my on, puttin' out "Crack Music"
Car jack music, got what they lack
my little man, get rid of the pack music
That I'm back music, that click music
That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and music
Now who said they fuckin' me
They just said that fuckin' with me, didn't mean it (NAH)