Buc Fifty - Just Don't Matter lyrics

[Intro + SlimKid3] Same as it ever was... [Hook] 4X Don't you ever try to get with this It just don't matter, ya still get dissed [Imani] In times recent I haven't been content Since my ears and years realized the abstraction of content; Lyrical All across the continent they took it and they filled it with Some moralist material Way back in the days it used to be varieties like cereal And to bring it back I think it's gonna take a miracle, reason We brung the fresh to get ya hung So all tongues of gibberish, I wish they'd be done Run, away far with no tussle Cause it seems like all these guys are paralyzed Up in the mental muscle What they need to be is muzzled Imani got the pieces, but I still feel puzzled Phonies run out fast cause all the gas gets guzzled But what time reveals is that he steals the rest They're all stealing that will when they're under pressure Dealing in stolen treasures for their personal pleasures And that's wrong, you know that's not right That's why every night I go in my room and I write In the boom, in my room Cause it's all good, G And that's the way that everything should be [Hook]4X [SlimKid3] Many kingdoms rely on its people That makes the balance equal so we all make moss Serving common duties of the man on his block Making ends meet the means into fiending at the park Now black zeus stole crack, got beat with bumper jacks And cats too laid back got jacked Seeing a sister almost pa** on my grandma's gra** Because the brother tried to stomp the f**in juice out her a** I never knew the real story Grammar break bone They going to wash away the sins in evil men Gave up Pratt and a her pimp Too much crime, the wretchest sh** And the places he'd been; I won't quit Cause those who pose about the streets just lie in the pits Where the shoe fits em, and yo I can't get with them due to the fact that life is just Somethin' they lack and they won't confess They need a little somethin' like soul in their chest And some love up in their sh**, and they will be blessed And ya don't stop, just some cultivation of the crops And none of this sh** is for the props Straight from the top, so now don't ya miss Cause all of you s**ers will get dissed [Hook]2X [Buckwheat] To me you ain't nothing Gone with my weed, the done deal The best rapper in the world blowing right now, forreal You call that sh** sk**? n***a, please s** my dick In one hand I got a mic, in the other an open fist What? You want to get wrapped up or smacked Like a [?] Innocent victims of my show But it ain't their rhymes punk, cause Buckwheat said so I'm penetrating, escalating my devastation Proves that I removes emcees like prayers to Satan Rebuke Cause you blowing up? It's a flook I'm doper than that fool that you hide behind in your group Loop the last two lines I just said Play it over again ten times in your head Weak link, like a midget in quicksand you sink I out-think ya, see through your whole outfit I'm irresistible, unmissable, Buckwheat's the sh** Like an elephant, b**h rapper don't forget it Steppers like pulling blenders in gunfights, you with it Rhyme riddler, making n***as hail me like Hitler Insane, everybody do the Kurt Cobain, the greatest rapper That ever lived; Buckwheat and that's my name