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why why why I guess I shoulda known better It's never the critic that counts 'Cause critics only wanna talk While enlightened minds and open
I was walking through the forest having some fun When I saw that New York critic All slumped over a stump, yeah All of my friends had a swinging
gonna' hold I back Watch your back A parasite is on the attack So what you want to say about Critics and their critical minds I just love the way they
Yeah, yeah I wonder when I love me is enough I wonder when I love me is enough I'm my own worst critic Talk a whole lot of shit But I'm a ten out
Well, fuck it, I ain't budging Get at me if you want more You wanna hate me then hate me The critics are blasting me You know the type, loud as motorbike
a little static You don't want to run into a psycho's automatic Ooh-wee, we're doin too much I wish I had a New York critic in my clutch Ooh-wee, we're
for rhymes You got to save it for David and wave it if you think that I gave it I never gave a damn about a critic so save it I run amuk demanding
a beautiful tune The kind that inspires and helps me get through Ah, if I said I can't, he's say, "You can" He was my toughest critic, ah, my biggest fan Now
the most phenomenal artist of any and all time I made a Frankenstein, my design impressed Backpackers and press who said my house was a mess Critics
Pi'erre, where'd you find this?) She gave me her digits, shoot your shot like ammunition Money talk, my pockets critics, yeah Fuck the check up, yeah
door So I said, ?Hey baby, I need some room to breathe? Please believe, we'll go our seperate ways Then like the critics, she had something to say
make sure my casket's closed Rap critics that say he's Money, Cash, Hoes I'm from the hood stupid What type of facts are those If you grew up with holes
appeal The real American folk song is a rag A mental jag a rhythmic tonic For the chronic blues The critics called it a joke song, but now They've changed
we're artistic persons Who play the fiddle When critics hear us, they declare The rest are all so many worse 'uns Who play the fiddle we're from the best
there were reviews in Billboard and Cash Box But they were by professional critics And they rarely reflect The opinions of the public the critics were
Have a much stronger appeal The real American folksong is a rag A mental jag A rhythmic tonic for the chronic blues The critics called it a "joke
the underground, the rebel, a lower level They came to see the maniac psychopath The critics heard of me, and the aftermath I don't give a damn and it shows
on my back Someone please take me home The critics who Can't break you They somehow help to make you The critics who Can't break you
a live my life like I should (like I should) Now all the critics wanna hit it Ya shit can how we did it Just because they don't get it But I'll stay
clown And I'm livid when the critics give us frowns Trippin' with this nigga's sound Yup, I get it now Get it, me and you, we are not the same We
the songs ain't sharp, trust me they ain't making the cut You don't like it? I'm no teacher, but you'll learn to adjust I'm my own worst critic, so
The sooky-sooky, bringin it from the sewer it's the Boogie Bang Use to kick the rookie slang, critics wonder "Could he hang?" Drop my first joint and made
speak my mind and I don't worry who, Might disagree or what anyone might say I don't listen to the critics Believin' all their cynics I don't need
at, I know where I’ll be I’ll be at the top so all you critics bite me Bitch I’m artsy so all your girlfriends like me I’ll be at the top so all you
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