That's It?

Check yourself and check the record deal
'Fore you sign it, who own the masters?
Who on your ass, tell me you on but that's it?
That's it? That's it?
No money for your classics?
That's shouts to De La
Man Tommy Boy fascist
Let's learn from the past
Let's learn from the present
Yall ain't impressive

Hollar right at me I'm proud of my message
All in my bag, I bottled my essence
Throw me that baggie I'll savor the dub
Yall really fuckin' up flubbin' your blessings, yeah
You called? Need some help g?
What's wrong? Come on, you call this an LP?
Got Cancer 4 Cure like Mr. El-P

Sit tight, up at Chili's eating Big Bites
Getting messy need a wet wipe
From the mud that's a dig site
Come in dirty you get fixed right
Auto hands I don't pick fights
Barber man get your wig sliced
For your boo boo blow a kiss bye
Bitch die yuh

Pick a nice spot for the hill that you die on
One with a view of the bygones yeah
Snakes ain't speaking my language like Python
I'ma drill it home like a Rhydon yeah
Every single track that I'm on is a fight song
Palm of her hand with a knife drawn yeah
I can admit I fell off for a bit
But since I been back I been on all year

So order right now get three for the price of one
I gotta write life down give me peace of mind
I'm on the mic right now and I'm nice enough
So hit the Bandcamp link give at least a dime
For the sentiment bro
Give a little love and I'm bettin' it grow
Never call it quits like Letterman's show
All of my chips in the center can't fold
I ain't took a breath in months
Been caring too much 'bout the product
'Bout this shit I do bruh
And pop your p's I'm done with being prudent, bitch
I can admit I get hung up on little things
Don't you pity me, I am not bitter see
I got that drive got that hunger inside me
Fuck it I'll ball till my number retired

Sit tight, up at Chili's eating Big Bites
Getting messy need a wet wipe
From the mud that's a dig site
Come in dirty you get fixed right
Auto hands I don't pick fights
Barber man get your wig sliced
For your boo boo blow a kiss bye
Bitch die yuh

Pucker up, lipstick on my neck I don't rub it off
Get bonked on your head like coconuts
It be feeling Hanna-Barbera, I cannot prepare you
I came here to fuck it up, humana humana humana
They stay asking me why I got money huh?
Cus I only buy store brand, Up&Up
Why I gotta act so what the fuck?
I don't shake hands no knuckle touch
Skip them on a track like double dutch
Cloud black like cumulus
You can hear the crack of the storm we thunderous
I just wanna eat my food
I don't wanna cause no scene
Why you gotta be so rude?
If you really wanna talk to me then

Sit tight, up at Chili's eating Big Bites
Getting messy need a wet wipe
From the mud that's a dig site
Come in dirty you get fixed right
Auto hands I don't pick fights
Barber man get your wig sliced
For your boo boo blow a kiss bye
Bitch die yuh

That's it? That's it? That's it?
That's it? That's it? (Sit tight)
That's it? That's it? That's it?
That's it? That's it? (Sit tight)
That's it? That's it? That's it?
That's it? That's it? (Sit tight)
That's it? That's it? That's it?
That's it?