[Intro Royce da 5'9]
We them back pack n***as
Rap rap n***as
You'll be talking sh** about all day
Internet underground, n***as
Our intellect just won't allow us to make records y'all way
[Hook: Royce da 5'9]
Get over yourselves, f**er
Get over yourselves, s**er
Guess that we them back pack n***as
Rap rap n***as
Who will never sell a record, no way
Guess what s**er
We made it, we made it, we made it
But we did it our way, our way, our way
Though it took some time but we finally made it
Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9]
Dear mister end all be all of an opinion
f** what you're saying, you've got fans but we've got minions
Plus Eminem got Stans like an arena, I went and seen it
From abroad to back home, y'all ain't got to clap
We're gonna make this track clap, clap, clap for him
Let me take your back, we turn one song to a group, to a concert, to a record deal
And yes it feels more like carpentry than artistry God's work let's get real
All you hear is them n***as like 50 too while we in the 62
But it ain't no industry business I ain't privy to
Yeah and for y'all n***as that tired of it
Just lay down and picture your soul over your body
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Check my rhyme, timeline, I took time with every line
Now I don't rhyme unless a check gets signed
My bank account, it don't look bad
I got house gang, hood swag
I'm a Crook that'll Jump Off with five 9's or a good jab
Hell yeah, I could brag, dude ain't never switch
Whether the booth or on the strip I kept a Mac in my book bag
You mad little n***a cause I'm holding the belt
Do some ad-libs n***a, get over yourself
I'm here for the duration, you're here to reputation
Slide them Dre's over your sh**, prepare your ears for devastation
‘Cause if YAOWA on that motherf**er Yaowa going in
Y'all wan' be mad go right ahead but once again
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
As a poster child for Photoshop my whole image was wrong
Straight out a movie, took a pill and all my limits were gone
Now you mention the best and you gotta argue, son
Clothes I used to borrow some now it's name brand drawls
Just so my dick can see how far I've come
Changing the topic to women they know me to keep mine in labels
That's how they drape judging of shapes I should keep mine in stables
They left him for dead, took him to watch me resurrect, that sh**'s pathetic
Shouldered the blame it's a shame it took hindsight to give me credit
I got kitchens in the masters, the fish tank is a wall
I got couches in the closets, my estate is confused
We say that blatantly for the fools that missed with a blessing that steal
There's no other outcome when you question my will
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Crooked I]
They say I'd never make it, never make it
My rhyme scheme is a crime scene, dog I yellow tape it
For lyrical murder, I'm on the verge of my next merger
Had to crawl before I walk so after I ex Gerber
I took it a step further
I took over the web servers
I took over the west word to these fresh words
And rode the wave of web surfers
A circus- that's what this industry makes me think about
Cause selling out's a shortcut integrity's the scenic route
But you have never seen a crew or better team
While you forever sleep we're doing everything you f**ers dream about
s**er Slaughterhouse is what they scream and shout
Not the crowd, I mean your b**h now
[Hook]