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[Intro]
Say yeah, ‘Trakk!
I apologize man, it was last minute
So me ask for this in advance
SLR, yeah
Said they lean on me
Niggas tried to dream on me
Told that nigga he can lean on me
Fall asleep and have a dream on me
Nigga, yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Verse]
You see, it takes niggas weeks
They need a comfort zone and some beats
Lollygaggers to poly matters that go over responses
Get all layered and get technical in they content
Press record, then I bring the receipts
Lambda lambda lambda, I think that shit was sweet
I wish I could just kiss you on the cheek
Nerds have they hands in everything
Gangsters won’t even touch the police
Won’t you tell your niggas get that
Take some of those cool fullies and go and get some of our shit back
Your problem is you ain’t never have no impact
Kit-Kats and chit-chats and syntax won’t make up for how much you sit back
I think that nigga scared
He never leave Heaven ’cause he already dead
Damn, nigga are you insane?
What’s the point in knowing how to point and aim
If the niggas you gon’ bang look exactly the same?
That ain’t motherfucking cool, that’s a motherfucking shame
This ain’t no motherfucking game
That’s why I think you are a motherfucking lame
We both wear glasses, the difference is
I was in school thinking it was cool, you was thinking of skipping classes
Listening to your track record, I could see you were skipping classics
I did it on my first one and delivered to the masses
Your songs are immemorable, your verses are impenetrable
I ain’t even listen to that diss record
I only fuck with you cause of your interviews
I ain’t even trip when you called me a bitch
I was like, “Look at Salem, calling me a witch”
Look at how they made him, look how much they gave him
Look at all the assists, nigga, if it wasn’t for Premier
You wouldn’t be, if it wasn’t for, if it wasn’t for
If it wasn’t for, if it wasn’t for, nigga, I got a dozen more
Hov think I’m Hov, Nas think I’m Nas
That’s the trick, you ain’t gotta think when niggas already think you are
Muah!
Your story crooked and your book too, pass the dumb shit
But you would shoot somebody’s sun holding Sun Chips
I wish they would’ve left Biz here, and fucking took you
And all your hyper-technical hypotheticals
In life, I’ve never met with you, from a distance, I accepted you
From the podcast, I been kind of skeptical
This ain’t our first clash, this is just one of the several
I ain’t trying to bash but it was like you was off your schedule
You was throwing more than jabs, I was like, “This nigga’s incredible”
We had to fucking edit you
I don’t know what vegan Detroit vegetable Dr. Sebi diet infected you
To think that we share the same metrics or somehow I was less than you
And I was the type of nigga that you could get really disrespectful to
I ain’t never lectured you, I get energetic and joke
But in real talk nigga, I ain’t never disrespected you
I’ma punch you in your fucking face and we all think it’s silly
I’m thinking like “Won’t this bitch nigga clean up his fucking city?”
I mean you got all of the clout, know how to bring all the niggas out
You can walk the walk, I mean we seen you walk all over your house
But me and Mickey is geeks, because you got some heat
Like I didn’t go to the closet and put guns all over the couch
Your mental health hotline, I think that shit is grown up
But you’re the very last nigga that should be picking that phone up
I spit your verse to get immersed inside my enemy
And to remind you nigga, I got to go through you just to get to me
Subtle subordination
Perpetual sidekick, nigga sort of a station that you used to
So you ain’t got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn’t recruit you
But no regrets, I take it as a test
Said, “Lupe, you gotta have some grace
Not be so haphazardly to put the truth all in they face”
Now that I think about it, that’s kind of half-and half
If a nigga asked you for the strap, why would you keep it in the stash?
If you ran the world, we’d get defeated in a flash
You really gonna be the boss, can’t keep secrets from the staff
I learned that in the streets, nigga sweeping trash
Keeping my city clean while you was talking ’bout beating a nigga’s ass
That shit is wack, long live backpack rap
Fuck these Monster drinking, new age conscious thinking
Farrakhan today, gangster tomorrow, one foot in they sorrow
The other foot in the trap
Killers who easily triggered by a little niggas attacks
Who have the audacity to ask rappers to rap
Facts!
[Bridge]
Mickey!
Ay, ay, listen I ain’t done nigga
Check this shit out, look, ay

[Verse 2]
In seven minutes he did it, if he knew how to freestyle
He could’ve rented Heaven for seven minutes and been done
But needed to be done by the second sentence
All this extra innings may come across as master
But my impression’s apprentice
Your penmanship has the fingerprints of a gimmick
And affecting the intimacy of impressions of that nigga you friends with
I ain’t gotta say it to say it
I can’t even blame you, the nigga’s one of my favorites
Fuck that, back to my status
All icy, talk spicy like the House of Atreides
Inwardly successful, and outwardly I’ve made it
Clearly, if I was a regular rapper, you wouldn’t even come near me
This nigga think he Siri, the answer to your queries
What’s Siri to Steve Jobs? A Budden to Tahiry?
I’m excessively cheery, promote my niggas theories
What’s an alien to a pentagon report? I see your brother tryna cheerlead
That’s what he’s supposed to do
And everybody that’s fucking close to you
Post support, push you forth
And calm your black ass down cause they ain’t put you in The Source
You chose violence
I just wanna know when you gon’ respond to Osiris
And go to E.O.Dub, battle in front a judge
Instead of hitting Smack and tryna entertain the thugs
Come and fuck with us, nerds!

[Intro]
Say yeah, ‘Trakk!
I apologize man, it was last minute
So me ask for this in advance
SLR, yeah
Said they lean on me
Niggas tried to dream on me
Told that nigga he can lean on me
Fall asleep and have a dream on me
Nigga, yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Verse]
You see, it takes niggas weeks
They need a comfort zone and some beats
Lollygaggers to poly matters that go over responses
Get all layered and get technical in they content
Press record, then I bring the receipts
Lambda lambda lambda, I think that shit was sweet
I wish I could just kiss you on the cheek
Nerds have they hands in everything
Gangsters won’t even touch the police
Won’t you tell your niggas get that
Take some of those cool fullies and go and get some of our shit back
Your problem is you ain’t never have no impact
Kit-Kats and chit-chats and syntax won’t make up for how much you sit back
I think that nigga scared
He never leave Heaven ’cause he already dead
Damn, nigga are you insane?
What’s the point in knowing how to point and aim
If the niggas you gon’ bang look exactly the same?
That ain’t motherfucking cool, that’s a motherfucking shame
This ain’t no motherfucking game
That’s why I think you are a motherfucking lame
We both wear glasses, the difference is
I was in school thinking it was cool, you was thinking of skipping classes
Listening to your track record, I could see you were skipping classics
I did it on my first one and delivered to the masses
Your songs are immemorable, your verses are impenetrable
I ain’t even listen to that diss record
I only fuck with you cause of your interviews
I ain’t even trip when you called me a bitch
I was like, “Look at Salem, calling me a witch”
Look at how they made him, look how much they gave him
Look at all the assists, nigga, if it wasn’t for Premier
You wouldn’t be, if it wasn’t for, if it wasn’t for
If it wasn’t for, if it wasn’t for, nigga, I got a dozen more
Hov think I’m Hov, Nas think I’m Nas
That’s the trick, you ain’t gotta think when niggas already think you are
Muah!
Your story crooked and your book too, pass the dumb shit
But you would shoot somebody’s sun holding Sun Chips
I wish they would’ve left Biz here, and fucking took you
And all your hyper-technical hypotheticals
In life, I’ve never met with you, from a distance, I accepted you
From the podcast, I been kind of skeptical
This ain’t our first clash, this is just one of the several
I ain’t trying to bash but it was like you was off your schedule
You was throwing more than jabs, I was like, “This nigga’s incredible”
We had to fucking edit you
I don’t know what vegan Detroit vegetable Dr. Sebi diet infected you
To think that we share the same metrics or somehow I was less than you
And I was the type of nigga that you could get really disrespectful to
I ain’t never lectured you, I get energetic and joke
But in real talk nigga, I ain’t never disrespected you
I’ma punch you in your fucking face and we all think it’s silly
I’m thinking like “Won’t this bitch nigga clean up his fucking city?”
I mean you got all of the clout, know how to bring all the niggas out
You can walk the walk, I mean we seen you walk all over your house
But me and Mickey is geeks, because you got some heat
Like I didn’t go to the closet and put guns all over the couch
Your mental health hotline, I think that shit is grown up
But you’re the very last nigga that should be picking that phone up
I spit your verse to get immersed inside my enemy
And to remind you nigga, I got to go through you just to get to me
Subtle subordination
Perpetual sidekick, nigga sort of a station that you used to
So you ain’t got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn’t recruit you
But no regrets, I take it as a test
Said, “Lupe, you gotta have some grace
Not be so haphazardly to put the truth all in they face”
Now that I think about it, that’s kind of half-and half
If a nigga asked you for the strap, why would you keep it in the stash?
If you ran the world, we’d get defeated in a flash
You really gonna be the boss, can’t keep secrets from the staff
I learned that in the streets, nigga sweeping trash
Keeping my city clean while you was talking ’bout beating a nigga’s ass
That shit is wack, long live backpack rap
Fuck these Monster drinking, new age conscious thinking
Farrakhan today, gangster tomorrow, one foot in they sorrow
The other foot in the trap
Killers who easily triggered by a little niggas attacks
Who have the audacity to ask rappers to rap
Facts!
[Bridge]
Mickey!
Ay, ay, listen I ain’t done nigga
Check this shit out, look, ay

[Verse 2]
In seven minutes he did it, if he knew how to freestyle
He could’ve rented Heaven for seven minutes and been done
But needed to be done by the second sentence
All this extra innings may come across as master
But my impression’s apprentice
Your penmanship has the fingerprints of a gimmick
And affecting the intimacy of impressions of that nigga you friends with
I ain’t gotta say it to say it
I can’t even blame you, the nigga’s one of my favorites
Fuck that, back to my status
All icy, talk spicy like the House of Atreides
Inwardly successful, and outwardly I’ve made it
Clearly, if I was a regular rapper, you wouldn’t even come near me
This nigga think he Siri, the answer to your queries
What’s Siri to Steve Jobs? A Budden to Tahiry?
I’m excessively cheery, promote my niggas theories
What’s an alien to a pentagon report? I see your brother tryna cheerlead
That’s what he’s supposed to do
And everybody that’s fucking close to you
Post support, push you forth
And calm your black ass down cause they ain’t put you in The Source
You chose violence
I just wanna know when you gon’ respond to Osiris
And go to E.O.Dub, battle in front a judge
Instead of hitting Smack and tryna entertain the thugs
Come and fuck with us, nerds!