Label Office Cypher (Interlude)

Of course I got the fucking CD, man

Fucking big meeting and shit

I'm pretty late though, you think we're gonna be good?

I think we're gonna be all set, man

Just pick up your pants a little bit

No talking about Adderall

No talking about banging this guy's wife

Of course, of course

Oh shit, is that that fucking Barstoolone dude again?

Man, that guy emails me every day

Yo, get your hands off me, man!

Stop! I got rights!

Stop! Get your hands off me!

Ain't nobody scared of this bodyguard, man!

Fuck you!

Oh, y'all got Chris Webby up in this motherfucking office?

That's who your next appointment is? Chris Webby?

Y'all don't want Barstoolone but y'all

Got fucking Chris Webby up in this bitch?

We need you back here!

Get the fuck off me, man!

Yo, Chris Webby, fuck you!

Fuck Homegrown!

Fuck all that other bullshit!

Get the fuck off me, man!

Fuck you, Chris Webby!

Fuck you, buddy!

Whose old ass copy machine is that?

Barstoolone, I got inkjets, boy!

It's like a motherfucking sauna up in here, man!

That's what bitches say when they get in my car, ****!

It's like a motherfucking sauna up in here, damn Barstoolone!

Yeah, bitch! 'Cause I'm fucking hot!

Nah, get your fucking hands off me, yo!

It's all a conspiracy, my ****!

I'm telling you, it's Trilluminati or

Illuminati or something like that!

My boy told me to look at the You page

I mean the YouTube page, it was something but

Fuck it, I know y'all **** is part of that shit!

Fuck off, I see all these pyramids when I was walking in, yo!

Let's go!

Hey uh, how you doing?

Hey, I'm really sorry about that

Nah, it's cool

I keep seeing that fucking guy everywhere

He's been in here about four times this week

Really? Interesting

Anyways, I have a meeting today with Marty

Chris Webby?

Yeah, yeah, um, that'd be me

He's down the hall, first door on the left

Oh, I see it

Thank you, thank you, appreciate that

Lisa, where are my fax messages at?

I asked you for those ten minutes ago, let's get it together

That's not what the fuck I asked for

I asked you to do something and you do it right

Otherwise you're fired

Hey, um, Marty? Marty?

Oh, Mr. Thirty Minutes I'm Late Guy, how you doing?

Uh, I'm, uh, good

Well now you got five minutes to impress me so sell me yourself

You got videos? Can you rap?

Yeah, I mean, did you like, research?

I don't have time for the internet

Alright, um, yo, fuck

Kenny, you wanna just beatbox real quick?

Beatbox activating

Yeah

Is that coming out of his mouth?

I'm an untrained dog, no collar

Had loose screws since I was a toddler

Yo, don't bother

Up in this bitch drinking vodka like water

Do you read me? Roger, I am a monster

All you young buck white kids put the mic down, I am your father

Still be drinking like I did when I was up at Hofstra

Taking more shots than I did playing Contra

Hold up, hold up, hold up, wait

Let me take a sip of water, I don't know if I'm straight

Lost track of all the L-I-Ts that I drank

And I'm feeling like I just might faint

But I lace my sneakers, eat a piece of pizza

And throw another bottle right up on a Visa

Banging out those speakers

Going hard in the paint like I fucked Mona Lisa

Huh, where the chronic be?

My short term memory is chronically

Fucked up 'cause I burn down constantly

How could I shape up? I forgot geometry

But think I'll learn CT and Geography

'Cause I got the whole damn world watching me

It's hard to even keep up with it, honestly

Let's get it motherfucking popping, B

We'll lose some brain cells, I don't think I'm leaving this

Motherfucker till somebody takes away my keys and shit

I haven't been trained well, I'm so disobedient

Got that verbal dope, so just holler if you need a fix

Drop a freestyle, daily fire

Lighting up a bong that'll take me higher

Crazy rhymer

That's known to cross the line like a stereotypical Asian driver

Webb so sick that I make 'em nauseous

Go balls out, never play it cautious

Went from a dorm room to repping the

Motherfuckers wearing suits in a label office

I'm a beast on the mic with a beatbox flow

Anybody stepping after he rocks? No

He got flow, I'm an animal, follow my name with an E-I-E-I-O

Seat ride low when I'm cruising in

With a cup full of brown like Julian

With a trailer park boy and some hooligans

Got bars? Yeah, kid, I got a few of them

It's C Web

McDonald's, Coca Cola, Chris Webby, in lights

I don't know about-

Billboard, Times Square

That's cool

You'll be holding babies on ad commercials

Bab-why babies? I don't understand this

You don't know what? Do you wanna make money?

Kinda, I mean-

A million dollars

That's cool, I don't know-

Five albums, eight years

Five albums, damn, um, I-

So no deal?

I-I mean, I'm just not so sure-

Get out of my office

Okay

You can leave the pen here too

Damn, alright

Lisa, next meeting

And bring me a coffee and my fucking granola bar