DJ Serious - Critics lyrics

Ha ha Yo Yo, I rip mics 24-7, 365 days Treat rhymes like bullets and leave your hollow heads drained (What's my name?) Don't play dumb Y'all have to know me D-Sisive's to 2000 like 80s to Bon Jovi (Battle in) I'mma keep rapping until I get rushed Damn, the last promoters still owe me a 1000 bucks (Where were you?) Everybody claims they have my back But they all dashed after the first beer bottle smashed (I rhyme tight) We be getting props from left to right Guns 'n' Roses lookalike and still could k** the mic Groupies I'm not s**y Why you wanna do me? I ain't got loot but I will shoot a p**no movie MCs kickin' on this whole damn planet Canada's answer to Maestro going platinum (An outcast?) I don't get why you hate my for? Want me to drop the mic and buy you a brand new skateboard (Eat a dick!) You dissed me when you heard I wasn't from the projects Now everybody wants me like Elian Gonzalez (So beware) Hardcore rappers put the rifles away Coz even with the guns I make you shakier than Michael J. He's ill He's whack He's sick He's phat He's nerdy He's trash He's this He's that He sounds like (What's his name?) Didn't he diss them? Yup Blah blah blah Blah blah blah Now, I don't walk around talkin' 'bout murdering my girlfriend Or raping 12 year olds and hoping that the world would ends Or taking d** or hatin' my fans and my sermons (b**h) I don't know cuz I can't relate to it So why all you b**h critics comparing me to it Calling me wannabe Trying to make me look stupid Dissin' pop singers? Dude, I introduced it Battle raps in Canada? Dude, I am the nucleus Since '96 I make rappers look stupid Even some of the rappers that rap with in my crew (Wee!) Enough is enough and it's clock for a change My trigger finger's itchy And I'm takin' my aim E-mailin' me, sayin' I'm sold out as an MC All I'm selling out is Sam's and HMV Tracks and CD DJ's gonna play me Like Kardinal I'm hustlin' till police wanna rape me I know y'all hate me So if you got nothing good to say say it loud Y'all haters ain't gonna phase me Cuz D-Sisive be k**ing more game Than duck-hunters on Nintendo touching the screen for their aim He's ill He's whack He's sick He's phat He's nerdy He's trash He's this He's that He sounds like (What's his name?) Didn't he diss them? Yup (uh huh) Blah blah blah Blah blah blah I don't diss, I only tell the truth (That's true) But people take it personal when it's about them And I'm bringing the proof So my advice to you performers Make as many best friends as you can Especially news reporters Cuz if a dope rapper has the balls to diss you Tell your best friend to diss him in the next issue Then even out the reasons why the dope rapper dissed you Call him jealous and make him feel like the bigger b**h (True!) And make sure the news reaches the continent That's just the wonderful world of politics It's funny, how that writer forgot to print That the crowd went wild After D-Sisive ripped that sh** So realize And while you all impose the art I'm blowing up You're falling off like Owen Hart "Yo, D-Sisive is it true ... Hey D, why do you keep saying that stuff Blah blah blah blah blah blah" He's ill He's whack He's sick He's phat He's nerdy He's trash He's this He's that He sounds like (What's his name?) Didn't he diss them? Yup (uh huh) Blah blah blah Blah blah blah [x2] "blah blah blah" "Me I don't have that problem. Me, I always say."