Asshole (feat. Assault)
Written by: Michael Turner, Christopher Portugal & K. Witcher
[Spoken sample:] "Nah." "Why don't you need shoes, homes? It's cold!" "'Cause Bruce Lee told me to walk like water." "Walk like water?!" "Or to be like water, my friends." "Word?" "Word."…
[Assault:]
There's a fine line between love and hate
So form a single-file line, so I can answer to your face
And one-by-one, can you explain from whence you came?
I bet it's not the grain, we ain't the same
Now, all of y'all about to get your feelings hurt
In them fled-out jeans, and tight civil-service shirts
It hurts to see the phony hip-hop lovers
Assassinating the soul and taking Jungle from the Brothers
([Thes One:] You were dripping with steel!)
The dance steps that we rocked, but you don't have the hip
So we left 'em with trip-hop
And now you're back, contradiciting what you're wearing
Dressed down like a bum, knowing your mom's Donna Karen
And I'll be who I am, through the way I grew up
It wasn't fly to be me until this rap shit blew up
So all your grave poppers cast a shadow on your face
Learn the history of this, your fucking drum and your bass
[Assault:] Hey, you think I'm an asshole, I think you one, too
'Cause me and you, kid, we ain't the same
You think I'm an asshole, I think you're one, too
Yo, we ain't the same
[Thes One:]
You club motherfuckers get the dick
Eclectica and thrift-shop hip-hop shit just makes me sick
Bitch quick to say he's hip, the underground tape dubber
But never even heard Mecca and the Soul Brother
But he's hip-hop personified, cast in plastic, got his ass kicked
At the mall, took a hard fall on his backpack
And broke his acid jazz tape (I broke my tape!)
Didn't know wack from dope, and vice versa
So I dropped the verse to inflict the curse of the ancient god, Ursula
Deep down, I sense the fear, got a lot of gear
And stay away from the heads in the rear 'cause they know too
I bet you'll flow through, it's all crap, like I said
I understand why some brothers snap
Wanna call it innovative 'cause you know your shit's wack
If it's hip-hop, stressing me out, man, something's gotta stop
Before everyone and grandma's crying
I'll make my dubs dirty, so these knuckleheads buy it
Hanging with Erykah Badu, she on a diet
Money's trying to talk to me, yo, kid, be quiet!
Talking and talking and hip-hop gossiping
Shut the fuck up, kid, please keep walking it
You're talking and talking and hip-hop gossiping
Shut the fuck up, kid, just keep walking it
[Thes One:] Think I'm an asshole, I think you're one, too
'Cause me and you, kid, you see, we're not the same
You think I'm an asshole, I think you're one, too
'Cause me and you, kid, you see, we ain't the same!
[Double K:]
You think I'm an asshole, then take one to the grill
Thought so! We can get it on whenever you feel
But you the type of punk to hide your feelings inside
Won't say it in my face, wait 'til you get outside, that's right
Talk that underground shit, but can't back it
And when it's time to bring the heat, you don't pack it
I say what I want, when I want, 'cause I can
And ain't nothing stopping me, especially no fucking man
I don't believe in shit-talking, walk the walk and then talk
'Cause once you start yapping, I ain't thinking 'bout rapping
Yo, I let the snare do the kicking since you fresh
Hit me with your best, I'll talk it over with Thes
And you don't want what we got, better duck and get saved
Only a minute left 'til we hit the staircase
With some treats for everybody and they don't look sweet
More like material for mothers crying in the street (MY BABYYYY!)
But I ain't trying to go there, I'd rather kick back
Don't like being an asshole, man, you see, it ain't like that
But fools just trip and lose they mind
Try to show out in front of your boys, I'll have you doing hard time
Take it from a brother who knows and keep knowing
Lift your problem into butter, yo, and keep growing
White boys, black boys, and all you niggas in between
Give a fuck, you got beef, make sure you ain't seen
'Cause we coming for you, what's that late style
Double kills, the Smiley loc's, and Thes One on top of the pile
So leave your mouth shut when it comes to the beat
Unless you're gonna have to take your problem up with P
[Double K:] And, you think I'm an asshole, I think you one, too
You see, me and you, kid, yo, we ain't the same
You think I'm an asshole, I think you one, too
'Cause me and you, sissy, we ain't the same
[Rap sample:] Asshole! (repeated)
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This track appears on the following releases:
- The Next Step (1998) (CD) - PUTS Records (PUTS 6002)
- The Next Step (2001) (Reissue) (CD & LP) - Om Records (OM-033)
- 10 Years Of Thes One (2010/2013) (LP & MP3) - Piecelock70 Records (PL7001)
- Live Version: The 10 Year Anniversary Set (Live DVD) - Golden Fire Pig/Piecelock 70
