Book of Rhymes (feat. DJ Premier)

I don't smile, I don't frown, get two up or get two down
I was here, so were you, you came and went, I stuck around
Still here now, stop me how?
Your opinion's like a broken calculator, that shit doesn't count
Shut your motherfucking mouth

I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)
Get 'em all offf my pad, every thought that I had
I said, I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)
Get 'em all offf my pad, every thought that I had

Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, I'm in my bag
I get a little testy when I'm mad, sick of wrestlin' this iPad
Unsuccessfully I might add, and I know it's best to leave it live
But even I get obsessed with readin' everything
And let it get the best of me 'til I smash
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)
'Specially shit you don't like (Shit you don't like)
Don't like it, don't listen, but don't tell me about your favorite rapper
If it's some shit he didn't write
What happened to Slim? He was no cap with the pen
He used to rap like the people's music was lore
He was exactly like them
Since he 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 clown he's yelling "At it again"
I talk to your mother, she told me she love me
All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me
Wants nobody but me, she showed me the duggy
Can I get a witness like notary public?
She said kicks 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 Instr is mental, too many bars, incidental charges
When did it start? I been cold hearted in this heart
Since kindergarten, mental sharpness
Which made Simmoll walk, and Denice soft, bitch, I invented flossin'
Yeah, I used to wonder where my next meal's gonna come from
Now I just wonder where my next mil (million) gonna come from
I can not have no success, unless when I finally make it
I get to remind all the haters, who shitted on me when I'm on my way up
My flow is [?] sentences
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 bottle back and swallow a fucking Ja Rule bobblehead
Then die slow like old times (Ha ha)
Low sniper, I hold the micro-phone like a loaded rifle
My dome's brighter, all I spit from my skull is fire
All that's missing's a motorcycle with the chrome wires, smoke tires in
Y'all are a flow biters, so I don't gotta explain why they call me a ghostwriter

I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)
Get 'em all offf my pad, every thought that I had
I said, I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)
Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had

Haven't used all the tricks I had, so like my balls, it's in my bag
I tend to get a little testy when I'm mad
But gifted gathered, the pen to pad
Turn temper tantrums into anthems
Put lips to ass and kiss the cracks
Spit your damn, bitch, you're still gonna hit the canvas
Rippin' rappers that are Insta whippersnappers
Mr. Mathers is killin' this shit, illin' and whippin'
Syllables rip the planet, biblical shit's gonna hit the fan
Anybody wanna go tit for tat's gonna get hit with that
Then the amygdala hippocampus
Gonna trigger the ingoramus
To think of the most ridiculous shit then spit
Then pin it against these pitiful rappers
Insidious, these idiots witty as shit, against me, shitty as MC Hammers
Put 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 you wanna do that for?
No offense, but are you retard, 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 startin' 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 snotty 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'll pay, less to lose, more to gain
Daughter's raised, yesterday, glory days, adored and praised
Ignore the hate, address the fake
Toured with Dre, tore a page from Jordan king
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 you join the game, your shit isn't goin' to bang
You're just boring, lame and more the same
You have an enormous chain, but a storm-less brain
The most you can conform is rain
Your shit is pointless, shame as a scoreless game
So, bitch, quit lyin', your denyin' like Mr Porter's name
Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller
Eyes rollin' back in my skull, it get lot harder
Fire motor [?] or I load up, I order my motor, mouth
This is my note to self
Sometimes you're gonna bomb
So you might just have to blow yourself up with no one's help
I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes
Premo, 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