Don't Try (feat. Cryptic Wisdom & Dubbs) - The Jokerr

I’m getting sick of slapping motherfuckers with the facts

They know that if they try, they’ll be crashing on their backs

Yet they stay persistent, everyday they’re steady lying to themselves

What the fuck would made you think you could sell?

It’s gets so awkward trying to tell them all to piss off and leave me alone

But I guess that’s the price that you pay for living well and being known

They try to pull their little cards and get collabs

All because we knew each other way back in the distant past

But when you tell ‘em no

Everybody wanna stress you out

Where the fuck where you on my come up?

I can’t respect you now

I’mma lay the lesson down, dog and you better be taking notes

Didn’t need you then, I don’t need you now, watch as I shake the globe

And I may be hater prone, oh no, but the more you have

The more you know you’ve got a product that’s born to last

I’m bored of cats easily to think they compare

Until we serve em a taste of carnage and they get scared

You can’t do it like I do it, so don’t try

Take one look at the destruction and you’ll know why

You like to tell me of the others but it don’t fly

‘Cause if it did then I wouldn’t be me

You can’t bring it like we bring it so don’t try

But they still keep trying and I simply don’t know why

Motherfuckers wish they could compare us but it don’t fly, (bitch cause if they

could) then we just wouldn’t be we

Now I’m not sure why you would think that we are equals

I think my rap sheet speaks for itself faggot: read through

Steady getting gassed up man that shit is evil

Being lied to by your homies man them people ain’t your people

If they were really your friends

They’d be honest and tell you that a vagina could let a queef out and sound

better, but they keep on just downplaying it

And stay up in your ear with all that shit they know you wanna hear when really

it’s just giving you hope for something you hold so dear

But it’s okay buddy;

I’ve been there before

Let people try to fix the broken and they’ll just injure it more

I stepped my game up to off dogs And came with that raw sauce

But really there’s no hope for you dog you’re a lost cause

(You can’t)

Ride a beat as silky smooth and glide like me

Ain’t got that filthy freaky flow that grit and grime like me

(Y-You can’t)

Rhyme like me

In fact if you were half as good as this well shit

Then yo I wouldn’t be me hahaha

Hahahahahahaha

Yeah, it’s like nowadays

Every kid with a computer and Fruity Loops trying to be the next hot shit

Well let me tell you something ‘bout myself

Yo, well I’ve been around the circuit when it comes to rhyming chumps

I’ve opened up for bullshit shows, written lines that stunk

And one time or another I rhymed in the mo' grimy clubs, with most violent thugs

So don’t patronize me, punks

And I got a real short temper

So watch it with that cock eye

You give me the wrong vibe;

And you’re waking up in my basement hogtied

It was like 37 passengers, (what happened?)

They all died

When I punched a city bus for going «pssh» when I walked by

So quit trying to be hard bitch, you ain’t earned stripes

You record on a fucking used SL58 Shure Mic

And the laptop that your dad bought your poor ass

And then when you’re done you get on World of Warcraft

And instigate nerd fights

That ain’t a job, and isn’t a hobby;

it’s a public annoyance

I mean I’d tell you to practice but you’ll never get better you suck and it’d

be pointless

Look at your fucking performances

Shitty ass mics, and just 2 fans?

The proof is in dat poontang

Bitch you can’t