Madlib - Da Cipha Interlude lyrics

[Punch] Check it, yo My presence is, overshadowin, we spit different Your album's like a bad stock tip, I lose interest I'mma kinda nice, keep your distance You beg to differ, that's sicker Somethin my mindframe can't picture For 'Pac I pour liquor, in peace may you rest If only the best rappers die then I know that I'm next Never impressed; lyrically, sh**tin on crews I rhyme first, what makes you think they checkin for you? [Cobra Red] So you wanna battle? Cobra gets vindictive, you ain't heard? Stomp a n***a face out, watch his teeth make love to the curb Can't say a word, he's layin there emotionless His head similar to a grape, crushed from a wine press Oh what a mess, don't stain the sheer Gucci dress Curse me when (??) steps in your presence You can't do nothin less, but respect the na-na Known to chop you into pieces like chefs at Benihana, uhh! [Planet Asia] Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh, uh-huh; yo.. Rockin it raw, exactly who I'm rockin this for I'm rockin this for, Lyricist Lounge, hip-hop and that's all No stoppin there's more, droppin this so cop this in the stores Heard they needed a interlude, so I just had to record A couple of bars of punishment, to show y'all n***as who's runnin sh** Songs of scorn, I squeeze a fist and crush buildings And touch millions, man women plus children Villains and such, "Life as it Is" the LP about to touch billions [Guilty - Consequence & Menace] You don't wanna go bar for bar with these wild +Coyotes+ That'll turn the spot +Ugly+ if you out of line homey Cause y'all n***as done had your time to shine, spittin your game Now that sh** is gon' change dawg when Guilty bang You need to really stop reachin like it's somethin top secret When we all know that the only thing you pop is Pop Secret Yo the game is in me, these cats tried to bang it in me The way these fools actin they deservin an Emmy [Phil Da Agony] Uhh, yeah Y'all should get your act together, and get motivated My album highly anticipated, one of the greatest A long drawn out victory History with no mystery, it was so sick of me To drop concepts, buildin up the reps Ideas sparked the mind of my peers, get you in gear Confident, in my confidant, ruler renaissance Tour de France, drink liquor for launch Carte blanche wherever I go, never repetitive flow Platin more seeds and watchin 'em grow Yo, yo.. {*fades out*}