Y'all remain in the box while we step out of it The crowd love it we do too we proud of it We don't half ass nothing we come hard every time Every beat every song every bar every line It's so hard to define I don't know why y'all try It can't be fathomed by the mind of a small fry But you can take a lesson in that Sit back, shut your trap while professionals rap [Verse 2: Dumbfoundead] Belittle fucked rappers who lose Get cut, battered and bruised Blood splatters and oozes I love battling fools For a decade I been doing this been murdering the booth Y'all were nesting in the uterus covered in mad goo You mumbling baboons doing nothing but cover songs Always playing it safe like fuckin' with rubbers on We're raw dog Balrog Punches are comin' strong Mike feeding, I'm feeding lunch to these hungry palms You bite style copiers Of what's now popular Couldn't see us if your fingers clutched on binoculars Zoom in from the audience see how the pros do it Fall in love with the raps that you wanna propose to it I'm bending knee wedding ring death do us part Put an X through you marks So get left in the dark We're calling out names like you ordered at Starbuck's You know the drill the slogan's still "go get your bars up" Ain't nobody spittin' tighter Crowds are gettin' hyper I been rippin' cyphers Since y'all were shittin' diapers You Little Tike bikers with training wheels on them Y'all dogs paddling, we Navy Seals frogmen In aqua fatigues You are not in the league You're a lesser breed Follow the professor's lead Smart people sit intent at their desk But most of y'all dummies are content with F's You little toddlers Sheep flock followers We pop thermometers He rocks ominous beat chops The butcher from the methodic meat shop Where you can buy sound by the pound If you're clowning around then sit the fuck down Homeboy this ain't amateur night So keep your hands off the mic if you can't handle it right