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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Borialis
Performer
Rick Dahrouge
Vocals
Eddie Acevedo
Bass
Doc Nu
Vocals
Jimmy Farkas
Guitar
Justin Rubinstein
Guitar
Jason Kulikowski
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rick Dahrouge
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Howard Willing
Engineer
Rick Dahrouge
Co-Producer
Steve Greenwell
Editing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Jimmy Hoyson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Errin Famiglia
Assistant Recording Engineer
Kevin Meeker
Assistant Recording Engineer
Femio Hernandez
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tom Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
(Got a great rhythm, y'all)
(Got a great rhythm, y'all)
(Got a great rhythm, y'all)
(Got a great rhythm, y'all)
Enough of all that, let's switch up the format
And talk some more trash, I'm getting bored fast
Ain't gonna talk gats, just hand-to-hand combat
Man-to-man, full contact, on the floor mat
Your weak blows are deflectable
I'll go toe-to-toe with you, at your own dojo
Want none of you bozos at my show
With some silly ho's shakin' her ass up in my video
I didn't kick flows in the cold 'til my lips froze
So folks can always tell me how my shit goes
I grab a pencil like it's a pistol
But this way it isn't my problem when it hits you
You won't see what you want from me
So don't come to me with "what's it all mean?" 'cause
It don't mean a thing
Your lies is all I despise
Been fightin' guys like you all my life and
They don't mean a thing
My best shit ain't even on my set list
'Cause half the listeners won't even get this
So what? You sold records, you ain't respected
You went too far and tried too hard to be accepted
This can never be a thing of jealousy
Just don't be tellin' me to check the melody
I got the better beats, got the better rhymes
I made sure I bettered mine ahead of time
So what's up kid? Your big head's been busted
Don't get disgusted, I'm just servin' justice
You won't see what you want from me
So don't come to me with "what's it all mean?" 'cause
It don't mean a thing
Your lies is all I despise
Been fightin' guys like you all my life and
They don't mean a thing
(Got a great rhythm, y'all)
(Got a great rhythm, y'all)
(Got a great rhythm, y'all)
So don't attempt to beg for my pardon
'Cause I'll keep talkin' til' my arteries harden
I've taken losses, told off some bosses
Sick of all them jobs that all make me nauseous
It ain't worth it, workin' for no purpose
For cash I'm hurtin', future's uncertain
So I keep searching, livin' and learnin'
Earnest to earn everything I'm deservin'
If I can't be on the stage with my band jammin'
I'll be standin' on the street corner panhandlin'
You won't see what you want from me
So don't come to me with "what's it all mean?" 'cause
It don't mean a thing
Your lies is all I despise
Been fightin' guys like you all my life and
They don't mean a thing
You won't see what you want from me
So don't come to me with "what's it all mean?" 'cause
It don't mean a thing
Your lies is all I despise
Been fightin' guys like you all my life and
They don't mean a thing
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