Relate To This
[Intro: J-Formz]
WOOF!
[Chorus: J-Formz]
You never lived on the streets, never went hungry
Never fought a motha fucka for your own money
You never chilled in the jects or went and earned that respect
So, how the fuck could I expect you to relate to this?
You never made a work of art, you never had my will
You either had no balls, or you had no skills
You never said you were next and went and did your best
So, how the fuck could I expect you to rеlate to this?
[Verse 1: J-Formz]
If you're the typе of motha fucka to get slapped, and not hit back
Well, then, I guess you won't relate to my raps
If you don't curse or break the law, or you're somewhat fake
I could totally understand why you wouldn't relate
But you should get this here:
Just to keep shit real, if you don't like me, it's because I wasn't meant for your ears
Or maybe you don't got the balls to fuckin say what's on your mind
In which case, then, you'd relate in no way to my rhymes
So go and talk your shit, askin me why I rap
Because I can motha fucka, cause I got it like that
Maybe you're too dumb to even think that deep
I'm a wolf son, my joints don't relate to no sheep
So if you wanna go and throw on some garbage
It's cool, but if you're tryin to talk music with me, wouldn't even bother
Cause you'll never get it, it mustn't be in your genetics
You probably wouldn't like me if you're gonna be pathetic, I get it...
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[Verse 2: J-Formz]
I ain't biased, motha fucka, you're brainwashed
Wastin your time everyday with that gay shit that you watch
You never stood a fuckin chance to come close to bein great
That's why bein misunderstood is a genius' fate
So, when I try to explain and they just can't relate
I ain't even gonna hate, ain't got the time to waste
They're like talkin to a wall, except the wall talk back
You probably suck at what you do, you wouldn't like my tracks
I'm just statin some facts, they're gettin mad at me now
Confused at what to do, so they just stare at me now
Motha fuckas are so hurt, that if they did relate
I think I'd feel like a disgrace and probably scrap the tape
So, don't even bother wastin your time
Cause when it comes to me, son, you probably couldn't relate if you tried
I bet you just love that trendy shit
I spit sick, so, how the fuck would a bitch like you relate to this?
You couldn't...
[Chorus: J-Formz]
[Verse 3: J-Formz]
He never been through it, so he don't feel what I'm layin
Ain't got the ear for it, so he don't hear what I'm sayin
Am I supposed to be bothered? I kind of feel honored...
I don't want you to listen, son, you could keep your dollar
You probably never came close to almost losin your mind
I wouldn't even bother comparin your life to mine
It's like they always gonna have somethin to say toward me
And I get it, you can't relate, but don't hate on me
You probably play shit safe, your life is boring, you're soft
And then they tell me they don't like it, no shit, son, of course
If I think you're a clown and go and get your bitch
Then, make a song about it, you ain't gonna bump that shit
Cut your motha fuckin losses, I'm above your head
And pretend that I never said half the shit that I've said
I know you're pissed that you're fake and you can't relate
But go and praise what you love, don't bash what you hate
You're lookin stupid...
[Chorus: J-Formz]
