""Geddit" Or "The Commodity Of Tenacity" lyrics
Get it, I get it, I got it
I get it, I get it, I got-g-
Get it, I get it, I got it
Look
Get it, I get it
I think I understand now why I feel so apathetic
When I'm the one that stands out, and these other dudes pathetic
Just waiting for a handout, then eventually regret it
It ain't the way you planned out
But that contract fuckin said it, boy, it said you ain't a man now
Man, your boys should of proofread it and edited all the crap out
Like come on man, come on!
Shit
Should have known better
Now you don't know nada
Not your own get-up
Not your own bars
Nor your own record
Fucked
Label sodomy is tough
Now you binging in your kitchen at the bottom of your cup
Crowds of ominous anonymous ain't clowning you enough
To push you out of your own mind that ponders hows to self-destruct
Cause, honestly, it sucks to be a product of your motherfucking label
Promising your love only once you make them a buck, uh
True, shit
Lesser rappers get fooled, kid
I guess I'm glad I ain't stupid
EXO be the clique!
Yup!
Glad I ain't dumb
Whilst rappers randomly run towords a deal and stack, I'm crafting a path
I've begun getting it, winning and grinning, spinning sick raps with my tongue
Impressing women and children and men that actually want
Something that's both ill and original
I will not be pigeonholed
My skill not dependant on no fictional little reward
EXO the clique, hoe, didn't you know?
We digivolve, you kitchen roll
We'll hack you all to pieces and have you anxious for Jesus
Bitch, don't ask me for features, unless you're actually ill
Trying to copy our swag don't mean that you matching our skill
You ain't got shit on my attitude or the passion of Bill's
Roger and Scuare each could your ego kidnapped and then killed
My neuroframe pseudo-computer-game, consuming stupid lames
Cruising straight through the future shooting flames at losers usernames
Fusing chains of muses, making truest music
Who's to blame?
Nothing new, we'll exo-cute intruder students of the game
EXO be the clique!
I get it, I get it, I got-g-
Get it, I get it, I got it
Look
Get it, I get it
I think I understand now why I feel so apathetic
When I'm the one that stands out, and these other dudes pathetic
Just waiting for a handout, then eventually regret it
It ain't the way you planned out
But that contract fuckin said it, boy, it said you ain't a man now
Man, your boys should of proofread it and edited all the crap out
Like come on man, come on!
Shit
Should have known better
Now you don't know nada
Not your own get-up
Not your own bars
Nor your own record
Fucked
Label sodomy is tough
Now you binging in your kitchen at the bottom of your cup
Crowds of ominous anonymous ain't clowning you enough
To push you out of your own mind that ponders hows to self-destruct
Cause, honestly, it sucks to be a product of your motherfucking label
Promising your love only once you make them a buck, uh
True, shit
Lesser rappers get fooled, kid
I guess I'm glad I ain't stupid
EXO be the clique!
Yup!
Glad I ain't dumb
Whilst rappers randomly run towords a deal and stack, I'm crafting a path
I've begun getting it, winning and grinning, spinning sick raps with my tongue
Impressing women and children and men that actually want
Something that's both ill and original
I will not be pigeonholed
My skill not dependant on no fictional little reward
EXO the clique, hoe, didn't you know?
We digivolve, you kitchen roll
We'll hack you all to pieces and have you anxious for Jesus
Bitch, don't ask me for features, unless you're actually ill
Trying to copy our swag don't mean that you matching our skill
You ain't got shit on my attitude or the passion of Bill's
Roger and Scuare each could your ego kidnapped and then killed
My neuroframe pseudo-computer-game, consuming stupid lames
Cruising straight through the future shooting flames at losers usernames
Fusing chains of muses, making truest music
Who's to blame?
Nothing new, we'll exo-cute intruder students of the game
EXO be the clique!
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Ravil Melling
