Amateur Spitting

Amateur spitting
Amateur spitting
The kid right there, he’s amateur spitting
Amateur spitting
Amateur spitting
Can he roll with the Pros, can he stay up on his toes? He’s

Shut the fuck up
Dealing with the fuckers who think I’m amateur spitting
When I bother layin’ down just a few of my written lyrics

If I gave away
Every penny that I’d made
From this game, not a soul’d be any the richer

I do this ‘coz I want to and I do this for the giggles
You do this for the pennies that you’ll lose playin’ jingles
But just coz I don’t make a livin off of rap
You automatically presume that I do it half-assed?

Fuck that
Every time I rhyme, I go for broke
You might spit until you’re 30 but I’ll rap until I croak
To a packed collusseum, to a screen in my room
To a plate, at a table while I’m eating my food

I’m savin’ my skills for the singles later
You save yours for wrapping paper
The wheels on the bus have just stopped spinnin’
The markets crashed but I’ve still made a killin’

I body MCs that don’t body themselves
Spend money in the studio and think they’ll make their wealth
End up spending their life away, ‘fore they know it, I’m on two weeks Vacay

Why? ‘cause you know that I love what I do
Roll solo ‘coz I’m every member of my crew
So before you try rap then end up quitting
Please consider that you might be doin’ is known as

Amateur spitting
Amateur spitting
The kid right there, he’s amateur spitting
Amateur spitting
Amateur spitting
Can he roll with the Pros, can he stay up on his toes? He’s

That kid, right there he's amateur spittin'
Don't matter what he frees'
No, it matters what he's written
See, he pours his heart and soul into all his work
So you can feel the emotion behind every verb