What Else? Songtext
von Your Old Droog

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Know what I′m saying?
This the start of your ending doggie
Check it

Your reign on the top was short like Hezbollah
And you really not as dope as the internet says you are
Brother like me got an unlimited reservoir
And the waves just keep flowing
Either way we keep going
You in trouble, we done mastered the puzzle, jigsaw
And I made it so good I'm impossible to ignore

Motherfucker thought he had the game locked in a figure four
I reversed it, go out like him thinking you Mr. Perfect
It′s a circus, the face paint of brethren
Ain't a legend that I didn't work with
From A-list to the chitlin circuit
Say what I mean, make hits with a purpose
Thought they was clean the way they ain′t saying shit in they verses

And my purpose is make sure that I′m felt


When it comes to swimming up out the mud I'm like Michael Phelps
Y′all straight designer every song y'all belt

All you rappers do is talk about the drugs y′all dealt
You sold cocaine? Okay, yeah, what else?
You slang dope man? Uh huh, yeah, what else?
You got hoes too? Okay, yeah, what else?
You shot whole crews? Uh huh, yeah, what else?
Oh you depressed now? Okay, yeah, what else?
You sound stressed out? Uh huh, yeah, what else?
I heard you well read, go 'head tell me something else
Said a lot and we still don′t know nothing 'bout yourself

Shit's hilarious, take my advice
Just cause a rapper play mysterious
Don′t mean he got some special insight
Just cause you don′t understand him don't mean that he nice
Just means you don′t understand all the bullshit that he writes
It's quite ill, cats is audio Nyquil
If we talking mic skill they barely paying the light bill
Don′t care who they might've killed
A lot of rappers wouldn′t have careers if it wasn't for white guilt


It ain't about dope lines or freestyles
It′s all about cosigns and who they got on speed dial
Cats acting volatile
You ain′t have a Kel-Tec, you was at Neltec pulling files
And casuals are more amused by they attributes
Bunch of vodka drinkers speaking in absolutes
Don't play their music cause I love myself

All you rappers do is talk about the drugs y′all dealt
You sold cocaine? Okay, yeah, what else?
You slang dope man? Uh huh, yeah, what else?
You got hoes too? Okay, yeah, what else?
You shot whole crews? Uh huh, yeah, what else?
Oh you depressed now? Okay, yeah, what else?
You sound stressed out? Uh huh, yeah, what else?
I heard you well read, go 'head tell me something else
Said a lot and we still don′t know nothing 'bout yourself

Who are you?