I Wanna Be Starting Something

I wanna be starting something
Not nothing
Do I remind you of something?
Probably not but I got
Whether you like it or not
Tac-tics to set myself from my peers
Could you sit down here
And would you be a dear
And take out the trash (Take out your trash)
I said that
All too rash
Have no fear cuz there's new allure here
I'm on the runnin like traffic
Polarizing like sunglasses
But could you do the same if you don't mind me asking
The word is N-E-V-E-R
Could you ever
Cuz I can do it better than any trendsetter
Never lesser than clever
A natural truth teller
I'm a high ball stepper
On par with Lloyd Webber

Guess who | ghost rap for Eminem
Even at two years old I get respect
And I cash the check
You ain't seen nothing yet
If you haven't yet
Play my tape and get respect

Try as you might hey baby make ad hoc with me
Here's how it stands: I'm the man who rocks the beat

I run up and off the wall
Every time with each line
Just to prove I am

Expanding horizons
Innovating my guise and
Whatever else I want cuz I got it on lock
I'm on top making concoctions
When I'm all out of options
I make impossible logic
Conducting those conductors
Cause electricity
Next thing you know I'm topping everything

If it be your charts hearts fine by me
I don't matter if it's the Dixie Chicks
It sticks
And you think of me

So start planning how you'd fast without me
I've got this clout so I doubt you could oust me

Watch me
Reach my peak and fall down
It’s only a matter of time
But it won’t be now

I wanna be starting something
Not nothing
I know you must be bluffin'
You say that they'd flock
Through your flow and your talk
Oh please
Get down on both knees
You might as well retreat you can't compete with this speech

I'll tell it to you straight
I'm lightning, disheartening
Lead you to believe you appall and shock me
And strike you down at your finest hour
Sharpen up my saw blade, watch you cower

(Damn)

What's with this retraction
I want distraction, action
Extract passion
But a little more passion than that
If you were to die in heart attack
They've dug the grave and the cash was stacked
Tell me, what's left then, your impact
After lists and the fame and fans and that

Like Macguiver I aspire to be one step higher
I've already made haste to shape my empire
With lines as good as vinyl
Or all-terrain tires
Take em out spin em out
Crowd bouncing like minors

Out the club
And they try to set-up
Do I have to metaphor or must you leave in handcuffs

See the only thing you're doing
Is science projects that call back to Newton
What I'm doing is fusion

People losing themselves trying to get to my level
They can't mettle they just settle
For second best, no better

Soaring past me like dolphins in the water
Give light to my work and the author

Now swivel chairs spinning like helicopters
People beg to put me in the opera
So in da boat or de abode
I get the gold
Never so-so
Unlike these foals
I take control

I waste no time with half-witted individuals
Quite clinical
They seem to lack the typical
Flow and finesse
Leaves 'em one to detest
When it comes to second comings I never settle for less

Try as you might but know there ain't no stopping me
The god above he says there ain't no topping me

But, apparently
When the clock strikes half past three
You'll change the story
Leave me in a broken heap

You want my head just because I make sense then
Try to paint a picture that you wrote with a pen then
Beginning 1850 a western movement in action
There was once a man with passion but forget all that past tense
Changed my personality, my thoughts, emotions
Bent the focus, and left the town hopeless
Give me some more sins and somehow you would win
Call me the evil thing like an identical twin
But it's just an
Old west conquest without any context
Listen to this opinion:
Talk more, say less
And let me run you over like there ain't no contest

I wanna be starting something
Not nothing
And I ain't gonna dumb it
Down
For you to hear it
Damned if you don't hear it
Demand me to repeat it
Come out to hear me speak it
The opposite of Ancient Egypt
I'm the feature
Freaking and peaking
Through the teachings of preachers

Moldy peaches are your words
Curse me out
Like I'm so absurd
But it works
You're catapulting my work

I'm instrumental unlike the continental breakfast you drop
You're a fuse without a use, I'm the cash of the crop
You'll never know when I'll stop
What you got just talk
I'm the only one sane
That's the state of the art

When it comes to the reprise, be surprised
That this guy
Does it however he wants
He shirks and he flaunts
He just talks and talks and talks

Further and further and over and over
Bulldozer over my head and start over
Again and again til we're here round the bend
In your old west mess I burst through the fence
To put you in a chokehold
Cuz your word is too old
Guess who | Remains bold
Guess who | Is fool's gold
[Pause]
Or so I've been told
These idiots abroad can't reach the next hole
They choke
And soon enough
They fold
I couldn't give a DAMN how much you sold

I'm too able to be cabled to remain your plaything
There's sense in what I'm saying so go back to the basement
With no strings attached it seems that everyone's listnin
And right at every minute my rhymes are strictly business
I ain't finished
It's just the beginning of the end of this
Depend on me and that will be the end of it

And other MC's, please.
Am I better than them now?
I'm not a good rapper
I just know how music sounds