Uh-huh, yeah
Printmatic, you know the name
Behind the curtain like the Hunchback of Notre Dame
I'll steal the show, then your dame
This n**** down like dropping off in the pouring rain
My mind stays stuck on filth
Black cheerleaders ain't trying to f*** a mill
It's only cause I got your moms on tilt
You found out it wasn't toothpaste on her quilt
Sue me, I told you that you sorry
But Billy Blanks got you thinkin' that you know Karate
I need to know I play matchmaker as a hobby
I can introduce speed knots, to your body
You wanna playa hate, we can take it back to '88
My catelogue's an epilogue dog, all can set tapes
And I hope to god you're a scholar
Cause before I test your rhymes I'm a test your knowledge
Crush any attempts to act brolic
You the kinda dude I used to lift up in college
Hands around you, f***** like a dome collar
Over some small s*** like 50 dollars
You don't want that dude to come outside again
For real... You better stay in the pocket
Uh huh, yeah... hah
I used to be a purist
About the records I've been coppin'
Don't nobody care about that s*** unless the beat knocks
Sometimes I'm on some bassline, 808 s***
Now I'm on some old dirty drum-break s***
No denyin'
Most people listen to their music while they're drivin
So the next time you think you got a classic
Throw it all around and listen to it in some traffic
Make sure you roll the windows down
Be honest about yourself about how your s*** sounds
Life would be better if more people did that
I wouldn't have to wait through demo's full of c***
Too many wack rappers f*****' up the game
Too many independant acts sounding the same
Poppin' s*** on the net to get a name
Give props to eachother, sit around and complain
Your whole philosophy is flawed when your top 10
Is full of cats you know, and nobody that I heard before
I need to understand I'm not new to this
You are for 2 bars I know all your influences
And ain't none of them tight
You all need to put down the f*****' mic
Sounding corny s***..
Stay in the pocket
Printmatic, you know the name
Behind the curtain like the Hunchback of Notre Dame
I'll steal the show, then your dame
This n**** down like dropping off in the pouring rain
My mind stays stuck on filth
Black cheerleaders ain't trying to f*** a mill
It's only cause I got your moms on tilt
You found out it wasn't toothpaste on her quilt
Sue me, I told you that you sorry
But Billy Blanks got you thinkin' that you know Karate
I need to know I play matchmaker as a hobby
I can introduce speed knots, to your body
You wanna playa hate, we can take it back to '88
My catelogue's an epilogue dog, all can set tapes
And I hope to god you're a scholar
Cause before I test your rhymes I'm a test your knowledge
Crush any attempts to act brolic
You the kinda dude I used to lift up in college
Hands around you, f***** like a dome collar
Over some small s*** like 50 dollars
You don't want that dude to come outside again
For real... You better stay in the pocket
Uh huh, yeah... hah
I used to be a purist
About the records I've been coppin'
Don't nobody care about that s*** unless the beat knocks
Sometimes I'm on some bassline, 808 s***
Now I'm on some old dirty drum-break s***
No denyin'
Most people listen to their music while they're drivin
So the next time you think you got a classic
Throw it all around and listen to it in some traffic
Make sure you roll the windows down
Be honest about yourself about how your s*** sounds
Life would be better if more people did that
I wouldn't have to wait through demo's full of c***
Too many wack rappers f*****' up the game
Too many independant acts sounding the same
Poppin' s*** on the net to get a name
Give props to eachother, sit around and complain
Your whole philosophy is flawed when your top 10
Is full of cats you know, and nobody that I heard before
I need to understand I'm not new to this
You are for 2 bars I know all your influences
And ain't none of them tight
You all need to put down the f*****' mic
Sounding corny s***..
Stay in the pocket