Nu Vintage - I'll Tell Ya lyrics

[Intro] I'll tell ya Little youngins [Verse 1] I'm smooth on the beat, get loose on the beat Get a light and pour a little grey goose on the beat If you're new on a beat, maybe get a little booster I complete a beat, and never was producer Now I got you, I'm really having fun now Spitting stupid bars that run laps round your dumb sound I'm an old soul, sitting on a stoop Waving cane at the punks, and telling young thangs to come down If you're spitting trash, please miss me My girl will make you double take her rack like two Britney's Peel your wig back then ask you if you feel that I lay these white hot lines on a chill track [Chorus] If you need a real MC Then come with me (I'll tell ya) Smooth beats, new techniques Then rock with me (I said if) You need a real MC Then count on me (I'll tell ya) Cool heat, truth to speak Then rock with me (One, two) [Verse 2] Now there's only three things in this world you need to be happy I don't know 'em I was hoping you could tweet 'em at me Thotties wanna talk s** and all this hot stuff I tell 'em shhh, keep it down low, unless it pops up You lil' youngins need a lesson to learn Even though I rhyme cold it won't lessen the burn The money can't be taken with you on the other side But when I'm ashes in a vase they won't collect what I earn It's straight boosting What's what? And who's who then? Smell the money far, the scents of a new nuisance I rap until my hands shake, no promoter cause I'm only 19 but my mind is older I'm losing faith in rap, please help me God I'd rather shoot my face off versus join with the selfie squad The bad guy's here to save the day, see All you do is hit play and get kids to say [Chorus] If you need a real MC Then come with me (I'll tell ya) Smooth beats, new techniques Then rock with me (I said if) You need a real MC Then count on me (I'll tell ya) Cool heat, truth to speak Then rock with me (One, two) [Verse 3] Rapping is a day at the beach, I be in there Seeing me is like a blind kid seeing air If you pa**, your chick knows where to sit She'll plop down quick, for zip, I put the c in heir Laughing like it's in the plan, eating why you bitter fam? Shredding every major rapper, cutting out the middle man All just a bunch of puppets, hide behind a major budget If you don't like the tape I'll find your place and make you love it I'll tell ya, kids back in my day Just to get a beat you had to rip it off of MySpace To lay a track down you had to hit the studio Get a ride and drive it uphill, both ways But it moves, the progression of time Only thing I'll ever change is the regression of rhyme In this hurricane of wack I provide a little shelter Just give a beat and a mic and I'll tell ya [Chorus] If you need a real MC Then come with me (I'll tell ya) Smooth beats, new techniques Then rock with me (I said if) You need a real MC Then count on me (I'll tell ya) Cool heat, truth to speak Then rock with me (One, two)