Better

Whether to start or to end, better can't even agree to describe me While you get mad because the friggin' beat is inside me Jealous because I don't even have to try to outrhyme you And upset because to take my check is taking yours times two Don't get upset, I'm just better than most Debtors and hosts, cheddar can roast and forget I'm a ghost Since the beginning I've been overshadowed and overjoyed At the thought of being praised up by my cuorduroys I beat this guy over the head last night Just cuz I caught him holding a glass pipe Monday morning while you're asleep I just did more than you could do in your whole week Defeating me is a tall enough task Trying to ask me to submit makes you fall twice as fast Nice at last with the spirit of the song in me While language freezes when I step to it so wrongfully Lyrically I, play with juxtaposition You mess with me, you'll get sent on an impossible mission My quarters always jump inside the well wishin' They could sit a spell, so they would know to tell, kiss and listen The one man in the world that can lease britches for a week Just to go on a date with Denise Richards And come back with a hop in my step, limpin' a while From the footrace that she won putting a crimp in my style Dirty minds follow over-flirty times While I skip town counting down from thirty rhymes Just to get my verbal hex settled, do it again to get my check doubled And take my rhyming to the next level Now let's wrestle from the seat of your pants You'd better quit, and admit, your defeat or your chance Of survival in the rap world, land of the "Z" Will get cut by sixty-seven down to thirty-three [I'm better than you] From thunderbolts to trips I devote my lips to proving I wrote the script And folks'll flip, when they see the ropes and whips Cuz their hopes'll dip after all their jokes get ripped Forever clever betting less in degrees And getting blessed with the keys to mixing guesses with pleas It seems incessant to me, at least unstoppable when I beat you every day and your attacks don't hop at the trend My songs pop to empty the pawn shop And you can hear it from a bus when you visit the wrong stop It's a long shot, even if you're a fairweather friend We have a massacre here, so would you care to attend? Come on, I think it's scary to send, your very best men Into battle with the genius who won't dare to pretend So now let's tear it again, you think you're better than me Wanna prove it? Then we should get together and seeOne more song Written March 26th, 2002 © on Mar 26 2002 09:36 AM PST   20 • 0 • 10