Better Than You - Backronym

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• published: 03 May 2012
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I do not own the instrumental to this song. Original artist: 116 Clique, "Envy". Recorded this with Alex Jordahl, third song from my debut EP "Worth". www.soundcloud.com/backronym https://www.facebook.com/backr0nym Download Link: http://www.mediafire.com/?yt62a7v60zlwbzf Lyrics: Music's man made; guess I'm my own religion, Theology is lame, I'm here for some revision. So what I'm from the 'burbs? It don't impede my vision, Make my money cuz I'm dollar ill, ring a physician. Ya'll ignoring me, soon to be my parasites. If I have haters, it just means I have a style to bite. I'll pound you in the paint, basketball or hip-hop, Ya'll some mice, I go hickory dickory dock. Rock around the clock, man at work, hard hat. Cock a couplet, fire a rhyme, holdster hard, brrat. I flow like 90's gold, that ain't nothin' new. (I can do anything better than you) Cash rules everything around me, old mint; But I'mma rap and knock you on the mat and outta print With the right hook, and some rhyme glue I can do anything better than you. What's this talk about my rapping skills being flat? People gimme sketchy looks, yo, what's with that? Last time I checked, cookin' every beat. I've been the best ever since I was on the training seat. Okay, my competition's in the burg, hooray. They getting faded every Friday night so who they? Ya'll gotta wish for talent; rent a damn genie. Stuntin' like you tryna be Houdini. Whatchu mean you goin' hard? Sick with it? Dorothy to my West Witch; straight wicked. I'm the one percent of quality, 'bout to picket. Light cha'll up; matches to some wicker. So you're envious? Huh, what a damn surprise. My phonics metronomic, woah, look at time fly. Two minutes in, eighteen years of swag right here. Ya'll lookin' for the greatest rapper, I just check a mirror. Sorry for the language; this shit's pretty graphic. But I'm loomin' over lames, ya'll need me to graph it? He with stone age flow, please, let's get Jurassic. Dudes basic these days, I pack verbal acid. Spit my train of thoughts at a whole school of fish. Ya'll called that genie yet? Ha, better make a wish. Ballin' too hard; swish swish. I serve you on the platter like you're just my side dish. Let's count the numbers, I'm up ten to nothing, Fools try to figure that they comin' back, ya'll just bluffin'? Please be a good sport, shake hands and wish you well. Too bad envy is a sin; ya'll goin' to Hell. Did I tell you I annihilate the status quo? Rhyme hard, random girls liking my status, bro. Ask me where I'm goin'... I don't know But a tortoise pace can win the race, cuz ya'll a hare slow.