Book of Rhymes (feat. DJ Premier)

I don't smile, I don't frown, get too up or get too down (nah)
 I was here, so were you, you came and went, I stuck around (yeah)
 Still here now, stop me how? Your opinion's like a broken calculator
 That shit doesn't count
 Shut your motherfuckin' mouth
 I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (my book of rhymes)
 Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had
 I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (my book of rhymes)
 Get 'em all off my pad (Yeah), every thought that I had
 Haven't used all the tricks I have
 So like my balls, I'm in my bag (my bag)
 Get a little teste when I'm mad (I'm mad)
 Sick of wrestling this iPad (iPad)
 Unsuccessfully, I might add
 And I know it's bеst to leave it lie
 But even I get obsessed with reading everything
 And let it get the best of me 'til I snap ('til I snap)
 But I need to get off the internet (get off the internet)
 I need to get on the mic (get on the mic)
 You need to get off the internet (internet)
 You need to get you a life
 Why you waste time just to comment on shit? (Comment on shit)
 Especially shit you don't like (shit you don't like)
 Don't like it, don't listen
 But don't tell me 'bout your favorite rapper rippin'
 Some shit he didn't write (shit he didn't write)
 What happened to Slim? He was no cap with the pen
 He used to rap like the people his music was for
 He was exactly like them
 The dude who used to be poor, why can't he tap into him?
 Can't use that excuse anymore
 He's mad at the wind, he's in a nuclear war
 With a cloud, he's yellin' at it again
 I talked to your mother, she told me she loved me
 All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me
 Wants nobody but me, she showed me the Dougie
 Can I get a witness like notary public? (Preach)
 She said, "Kick some fly shit" (fly shit)
 I said, "I got wings on my ass" (wings on my ass)
 Told her my dick's a cockpit (dick's a cockpit)
 I fly by the seat of my pants (seat of my pants)
 Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shit's retarded
 This instru's mental (this instru's mental) to mini-bars, incidental charges
 When did it start? I been cold-hearted in this heart since kindergarten
 Mental sharpness which makes Slim a walking dentist office
 Bitch, I invented flossin'
 Yeah, I used to wonder (I used to wonder)
 Where my next meal's gonna come from (meal's gonna come from)
 Now, I just wonder (now I just wonder)
 Where my next mill's gonna come from (mill's gonna come from)
 I cannot have no success (have no success)
 Unless when I finally make it (finally make it)
 I get to remind all the haters (remind all the haters)
 Who shitted on me when I'm on my way up (I'm on my way)
 My floor is y'all fool's ceilings
 If I was you, I would step or find yourself twisted
 That's how you'll wind up like spiral stairs
 I will swear on a stack of Bibles
 I will tear new behinds out of rivals, even your idols, I don't care
 It's Music to Be Murdered By
 So Bon Iver can swallow a fuckin' Ja Rule bobblehead
 And die slow like Alzheimer's (ha-ha)
 Lone sniper, I hold a microphone like a loaded rifle
 My dome's brighter, all I spit from my skull's fire
 All that's missing's a motorcycle with the chrome wires, spoke tires
 And y'all are flow biters, so I don't gotta
 Explain why they call me your ghostwriter
 I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (my book of rhymes)
 Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had
 I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (my book of rhymes)
 Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had (Illa)
 Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, it's in my bag
 I tend to get a little testy when I'm mad
 But gift of gab and pen to pad turn temper tantrums into anthems
 Put lips to ass and kiss the cracks, spit your damnedest
 You're still gonna hit the canvas
 Rippin' rappers, veterans to whippersnappers
 Mr. Mathers is killin' this shit, villainous wit with scant less
 Syllables rip the planet, biblical shit's fittin' to hit the fan
 Anybody wanna go tit for tat's gonna get hit with that
 Then the amygdala hippocampus is gonna trigger the ignoramus
 To think of the most ridiculous shit to spit then
 Pit it against these pitiful rappers
 Insidious, these idiots wittiest shit against me shitty as MC Hammer's
 Get your whole squad, send a task force in
 If you want it, you're 'bout to get what you asked for then
 Put your helmet on, strap your chin
 You're 'bout to get you a crash course in
 Who not to start a motherfuckin' rap war with
 Or to go against, fuck would you wanna do that for?
 No offense, but are you retards slow or dense?
 A fuckin' penny has more sense
 Yeah, now you gotta get killed
 But it's not a big deal, but every thought is so ill
 And so methodical, thought I swallowed a pill
 I'm starting to feel like I'm an automobile
 With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel
 Inside a carnival
 'Cause I'm plowin' into everyone who wrote snidey articles
 And that explains why the fuck you clowns are all in my grill
 Joy and pain, fortune, fame, torture, shame, choice I made
 Swore someday the world would pay less to lose
 More to gain, daughters raised
 Yesterday, glory days, adored and praised, ignored the hate
 Addressed the fake, toured with Dre, tore a page from Jordan came
 Destroyed the game before you came, enjoy your stay
 Before it's gone away
 But the more you claim that you're gonna point and aim
 If it joined a gang, your shit isn't going to bang
 You're just boring, lame and more of the same
 You have an enormous chain, but a stormless brain
 The most you can form is rain
 Your shit is pointless, same as a scoreless game
 So, bitch, quit lyin', you're denyin' like Mr. Porter's name
 Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller
 Eyes rollin' back in my skull like Eli Porter
 Fire mortar (brr) rounds, Ayatollah, every iota I load up
 I owe to my motor mouth
 This is my note to self
 Sometimes you're gonna bomb
 So you just might have to blow yourself up with no one's help
 I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes
 Preemo, take us out
 Writin' in my book of rhymes
 My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes
 I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside
 Writin' in my book of rhymes
 
 My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes
 I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside