The Grouch - Zip It lyrics

[Intro] [Luckyiam.PSC talking] Man, I can't believe that dude came up to me talkin'. He had the audacity to think that was like, cool or somethin'. Just all up in my ear, talkin' all that game. Yap yap yap yap yap. [Verse One] [Luckyiam.PSC] When the path of some discussions change up like percussion The tempo of some conversations leave me out in limbo Here's something You might have been through Or maybe, you haven't been through It's simple To be the devil's advocate with your opinions True stories They never bore me The true, they don't ignore me It's amazing when they think they know you so well To tell the tales Foot in their mouths Packed with negativity Talkin' about my family, thinkin' that it's just you and me No, I'm not Corey And no Corey ain't Tom And no your smoke ain't the bomb Ain't tryin' to put you on in the mix of things Tricks they got, keen eyesight They focus upon those in magazine's that hold mics Alright, up in the bull's eye, dodgin' all the bullsh** Holdin' onto sanity, stay away from full clips These two tricks approached me one day after one show And said, "Yo, I like your flow. But man, you really should go solo." I took a pause Let the lighter ignite my beadie Then I turned around and slapped them little fools with my CD On me, don't ever walk up and disrespect my brothers Unless, you want some trouble from a rather peaceful brother A wrong turn, made in an effort to rub elbows First impressions stick like b**h covered in Elmer's (glue) "Ahh, it sticks" [Chorus] It's the outlandish things they wanna say to me Who do you claim to be? You're just ashamed of me You want to hit us with your gossip but you're really out of pocket Take your mouth and lock it Zip it Stop it The outlandish things they wanna say to me Who do you claim to be? You're like the same to we Too many slick at the lip when they can't skip it towards me With the ideas they had Most of them just bore me [Verse Two] [The Grouch] Now I do take criticisms like sh**s and flush 'em Undeservin' egos Me? I crush 'em Hush 'em in the co*k pit for snubbin' up my folks Crackin' jokes Laughin' at the stories we collected like some soaps I'm the f** off the ropes cause I never listen hard When Four Track tapes might has well have been barred You gained a foot I gained a yard You're in the door, I built a second floor When you hand me a flier to my own show I'm steppin' more Faster Protectin' mine like masters I didn't ask for your opinion Why would I? You're beginnin' Or else you're on your way out Seein' the light as it fades out Yours is over here Fork it over dear That's my money When you start actin' funny then I know it is And when they say I sound like someone else they must be blowin' His dick (slurp slurp) And he knows you're a jerk because he told me And when we do a song, then you're gonna have to like me And if you only like me, then you're gonna have to like him That's the way we're writin' Signin' off, A Titan [Chorus] It's the outlandish things they wanna say to me Who do you claim to be? You're just ashamed of me You want to hit us with your gossip but you're really out of pocket Take your mouth and lock it Zip it Stop it The outlandish things they wanna say to me Who do you claim to be? You're just ashamed of me You want to hit us with your gossip but you're really out of pocket Take your mouth and lock it Zip it [Verse Three] [Murs] b**h said, "The Grouch? Uuuuah! Doesn't he still live with his mom and make beats in the basement? Duuh? Aren't Tom and Corey a little too old to be rapping? I mean it's all good and everything because you see, you're young. But I used to go to parties back at um, 4001. Don't you think about the future? I mean it used to be cool. But what about going jobs and goin' to school?" "b**h, look at your life! Ain't you shootin' p**n?" Ain't nothin' worse than a f**in' groupie scorn Speakin' on my crew, like that's not my family You should really watch for who, you choose to speak candidly Cause I'm a tattle tale Bout to e-mail the crew with them words you just said Should have gave me (skull) instead of talkin' head Now you got me walkin' Fed Express towards the exit Just like I had a motor But first I crossed paths with this dick head promoter "Aye aye, you need to do my club." Knows I rock for free cause I do it for the love I said, "Please don't curse. L-O-V-E, sh** that's a four letter word So I'ma let you know just in case you haven't heard I don't MC for free And that's period So if it ain't doe, then I'm really not hearin' it." "Oh you gotta be jokin'." "Hell, naw I'm serious. Respect my authori-tie And quit ignorin' my receipt for dues paid I mean, who's brigade was you really tryin' to ask? I mean, that sh** is in the past. Rockin' shows for petty cash. I already mashed on your homie. For comin' at me the wrong way." It's about to be a long day I exit the wrong way in an attempt to escape The fools out front beggin' for the free tape Cause my name's on the bill They think I'm full blown But I also got my name on some bills at home And I can't pay for sh** with a dope freestyle Beadie breath and a smile is all you gettin' from me So when you disappointed by that wack show that you see Just think to yourself, "fu*k! I should've just bought a Good Music CD."