Don't believe the hype, we're bigger then Welsey Snipes, Dee kay double k always bust it out tight. We don't need to talk about hoes, or how our bros know, that we grew up in the motherfucking ghetto, spending our days running from the po-po. Making crack and riding 30 inchers in our caddilac. Because we don't give a shit, what you heard. From beating little children to flipping the bird. Yeah we don't give a shit, what you think. How much you hate our music, how much you think it stinks. And we don't give a shit, about our beats. Hell, we're normally rapping to the sound of our feet. We really don't care. Don't need to feel ourselves to check the air. Dee kay double kay, in the kool-aid lair, still looking for some hooch, and beating nay-sayers. We're leaping about, descending to clout, lyricly screaming about what we're about. And we're still evading the snout, of the local pigs. Who just roll around and bust our nigs. Trying to act big. The macho act, I'd like to crack, their fucking back, with a 9mm just for being so wack. Because we don't give a shit, what you heard. From beating little children to flipping the bird. Yeah we don't give a shit, what you think. How much you hate our music, how much you think it stinks. And we don't give a shit, about our beats. Hell, we're normally rapping to the sound of our feet. Everytime I sit down to rhyme, to pass the time, write another work, just me it's mine.. When I'm me I'm fine, I'm like walking fire, a tribunal to time. And when shit's exploding, and my beats are blaring, I'll rise again, eyes wild and glaring. Just standing and staring. As it all falls down. The apocolyptic Jesus Christ, rolling through town. Because we don't give a shit, what you heard. From beating little children to flipping the bird. Yeah we don't give a shit, what you think. How much you hate our music, how much you think it stinks. And we don't give a shit, about our beats. Hell, we're normally rapping to the sound of our feet. Yeah, we don't give a shit....