No Freebies
[Intro]
I remember when I wanted somebody's music, I would go in the store, find it on the self, and pay for it, ha
Or if there was a local artist who I thought was good, and I wanted his music, I'd walk up to him and I'd pay for it
But nowadays, we live in this internet world where everybody gets everything for free
Or you got friends who act like they support you, and then when you finally come out with your shit, they want it for free
While I'm sitting here struggling like a motherfucker trying to release one of my greatest CDs of all time and making a fucking classic
[Verse 1]
Welcome to The Evolution
If you have it, that means you paid for it
You didn't just ask for it, didn't just wait for it
Didn't just assume I was giving it for free
Taking me for granted when they await recorded masterpieces
With my fingers on the keys, while my teeth grit
'Til I cease in a eclipse
Creates darkness in ways 'til I see sick
He ain't a artist that waits for the free shit
So please, bitch
When you see me working hard, support your artist
'Cause I'm one of the ones who go the hardest
Spitting these lyrics you're never gonna forget
I stick to it like sore tips, thirteen years in a war
It's about that time that I get what I'm worth, bitch
Countless hours of me putting in work
'Cause assured they would say "you don't know what it's like
To work a day in your life, it's just a thing of my life"
You will pay for the strife to go away
You will pray just to have a normal day
Just to go out and pay for whatever you wanted to have
Whatever you wanted to do, whatever food you wanted to consume
Choose whatever restaurant you feel like sitting in, enjoying yourself
And when it's helping you pick out the finest melted-
Barbecue sauce on those fat ribs
Passing you those drinks without asking twice
I'd be happy to have half-a-bite of whatever you had in your life
Attacking the mind with a bloody hatchet, hacking it twice
And passing the pie cause I don't need my windpipe locked up with the entice of cigarette smoke that in flies
Ten times the amount of lines you ever wrote
I incline my enzymes, never pretend
I'm going harder than you, there ain't no thin line between me and you
It's obvious that you can't do what I'm about to do, ooh
[Hook] (x2)
So if you believe in me, I ask "please don't
Ask for the CD for free" I compete
At the highest level of emcees, you will see
That I'm not your ordinary rapper
[Verse 2]
What can I say? What can I do to prove to you I'm tight as a noose?
I'm biting your screws and spewing this juice
Who in your crew wanna step up and get wrecked up
From lyrical headbutts that wreck trucks and wet sluts
I'm fed up of these people being led up to believe
They wanna be one of these wannabe emcees they see on TV
Please recognize what you're capable of
Don't go and staple a slug to your own head when you're able to bust
Ten times harder than these wannabe thugs
Wannabe rapper motherfuckers got the game fucked up
Who's the Yelawolf? Who's the MGK?
Who be thinking they white and ready to spray away better than DNA?
Besides Rittz, that motherfucker gets my credit
That guy's sick, I stick to what I know, and that's talent
And if you ain't got it, you're probably better off without it
But I got it so I'm 'bout to bring it to the fucking pallet
When I smash like a mallet, pass, while I pedal so damn fast
You don't gotta am I 'bout it
I'm the DNA, motherfucker
Hey, motherfucker
I'm not here to play, motherfucker
Make way, motherfucker
I'm the lyricist to go hype on microphone, ripping miracle
Isotone sipping cereal, killer up in your stereo
You a scary hoe, spilling your casserole on the carousel
Spitting clear with the clearance, all up in you like a venereal
I'm in the middle of a merry-go-round
Waiting for you to come around and send your head tumbling on the ground
With a battle axe, I'll murder you in the battle rap
And I don't even battle cats, but if I did, I'd take the hat
And smash in the asphalt, tryna fill my cash vault
Fuck with the CD, you can see me as an asshole
Fuck you motherfucker, I'm the D-D-D-D-DNA
I'll bust you motherfuckers, and I bet you flew-flew-flew away
[Hook] (x2)
So if you believe in me, I ask "please don't
Ask for the CD for free" I compete
At the highest level of emcees, you will see
That I'm not your ordinary rapper
[Verse 3]
"They say he's stuck-up, [?] Hollywood and it's fucked up
That he won't give me a free CD, what's up DNA?
I'm your homeboy from back in the day
You should just give me a CD with no say"
So say [?], broke as a motherfucker while you on the payroll
So take your ass and get up out of my face, hoe
And I'm really 'bout it, disrespectful
To let you judge me after the shit I went through
Just to put this CD together and taking out a loan
Spending all the money on the microphone
That I'm still paying back, bitch
But I'm dedicated to this rap shit
So I don't think asking for a little bit of cash is outrageous
What about when you're placing cash in the offer and pay the church, it's crazy
They ain't doing nothing but wearing a robe you paid for
Sold in the mind control for you to praise lord
When you could do that from the confides of your own home
There's no need to step in their zone
And, oh no, I'm not tripping - I'm just overwhelmed at the things people do these days
I wanna know who they truly praise
Is it the god or the money they raise?
How about one day not passing that plate around
Saying "it's okay", the money ain't important anyway
It's like they try to keep the poor away
Getting mad when I'm wearing the hat up in church saying that God would disapprove
Listen dude, he probably disapproves of you
Telling me what to wear under his roof
Don't get it misconstrued
Ripping critic fools up, sipping up out of a cool cup
Chilling back not giving a fuck
So if you want to waste your money on a bullshit album
I'll even give you a cup on the bus, now what's up
[Hook] (x2)
So if you believe in me, I ask "please don't
Ask for the CD for free" I compete
At the highest level of emcees, you will see
That I'm not your ordinary rapper