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"Cutting Room Floor" (2009)

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I interrupt these re-runs to bring you something off beat (not literally)
While channel surfing the airwaves, I cut in a live feed
You only skim the surface jumping in with both feet
So be discreet, you have to start shallow to get deep...
Writing on a wall is left in doubt, most is routine
I’m writing on AWOL, absent without official leave
I’m under siege, lately all who gun for me...
War ship the ground I walk on like navy on submarines
In today’s industry who can judge a record’s worth?
Those who front in lines get in, it’s first come first serve
Make a name for yourself and you can kill the term
Vets won’t say it, they use other words to fill their verse
They’re real concerned that some might find the top
But everybody has a massive ego, justified or not
So to define hip hop I won’t involve you
It’s like Clark Kent in a tie and jacket, not ya strong suit
I’ll prove your target’s off, come sling those arrows
My presence jars your thoughts but leaves no air holes
A rare post, ergo… this is it for me
I got the Guinness record for sleep, the rest is history
All enemies wanna test me when my stock is falling
Only weapon they have against me is not responding
Honest reply’s come first then some supply banter
But none of you bystanders are up to my standards
I’m Bruce Banner, incredibly hulk to your abomination
Bombing nations living near a Barack Obama nation
Jobs now are lame kid, I’m not allowed to explain it
Sounds radiate when you’re pounding the pavement
Buy real estate in the realest state, here of all places
I got an apartment complex, yeah, fear of small spaces
Plan to factor in a rhyme, I don’t want a statement
You’ll just manufacture some lye like project mayhem
You must copy verbatim, nothing ever new’s done
Kids click their own threads just to get their views up
Post enough you’ll get ignored, I guess I’m to blame
You run rough shot in forums, I take my time and aim
Step to me on my turf and watch your lawn decay
Every thought I say hampers ya style like laundry day
My thoughts outweigh anything you’re free to state
No debate, you Palin comparison like Tina Fey
You need a break, seems your brain mentally retired
Y’all just hate cuz I got it made, no assembly required
I’m asteroids on steroids, I get astronomically higher
If a psychopath is logical I’m a pathological liar
Every topical I make inspires, a true premonition
Nothing you fruits spittin’ ever comes to fruition
Every time I spit it brains race a mile a minute
Each line is like quick sand, it takes awhile to sink in
What was I thinkin' writing this never ending story?
There’s a thin line between being clever and corny
It was only dubbed World War 1 during World War 2
It’s not the first of its kind ’til the formula’s reused
Why make ‘part 2’? Think we want something more?
What makes you think we’ve seen what’s come before?
Edited scores are underscored on the cutting room floor
They say the third time’s a charm, but we move forth
Your drops get no love, too far fetched in this forum
Like operator phone plugs, you hard pressed to switch boards
So better record your best lyrics before I get serious
I’m a born n’ bred lyricist, you just born inbred, period
I’m here to give that Blair Witch Project scare again
But it’s the music that blares which projects arrogance
Hungry for success, you hate the fact that I earn fans
Large cravings have you stark raving mad like Iron Man
I’d rather make sense then force it, sure you’ll fault me
But there comes a point in time when you outgrow multi’s
Y’all pre-writ a bunch, but got none in the archive
Your style’s a pub with no drunks, not one single bar fly
I believe I’m fair and impartial, what I see is reflected
But I don’t sacrifice truth for the sake of being objective
Feed disconnected, the conclusion I had to reach...
Is just another blunder under illusion of masterpiece.