M-P-C Phonem lyrics

[INTRO — 4 BARS. Low-pass filtered piano. No drums. Deep voice, slow and disgusted.] Hold on, hold on... (Huh?) This motherfucker said triple platinum? On SOUNDCLOUD? (The fuck?) Man, turn my shit up. (BOOM!) [HOOK — 8 BARS. FULL 808 DROP. Deep booming voice. Aggressive, behind the beat. Double-track the final phrase of every two bars.] M-P-C Phonem, what the fuck is that? (WHAT?) Sound like a Bluetooth speaker with a busted-ass jack. (HA!) Triple platinum on the Cloud? Where your plaque at? (WHERE?) Thirty plays, twenty-nine was you playin' it back. (DAMN!) Now pairin'... device not found. (NOPE!) Big-mouth rapper, ain't nobody heard a sound. (WHO?) Now pairin'... connection went down. (BOOM!) Even Bluetooth said, “Get this clown outta town!” (GET OUT!) [VERSE 1 — 16 BARS. Heavy pocket. Clear pauses after insults. Angrier voice, no singing.] Boy, you said you went platinum, I said, “Platinum where?” (WHERE?) You got a hundred streams and sixty from your damn chair. (SIXTY!) Recorded in your bedroom with a blanket in the air, Now you call that shit a studio? Boy, get the fuck outta here. (GO!) Talkin' like a legend, but your numbers ain't add up, You ain't runnin' no charts, you just runnin' your mouth up. (SHUT UP!) You said you got a fan base, name five, then back it up, Your mama and your roommates don't count, that's fucked up. (DAMN!) MPC Phonem sound like something from a gas station, Two-dollar earbuds with a failed activation. (BEEP!) Your whole rap career need a software installation, Every time you drop, the room go silent like a cancellation. (QUIET!) You act like you the shit, but the shit ain't impressive, Got a whole lotta ego and a whole lotta questions. (HUH?) If delusion was a label, you'd be first on the roster, Only thing you ever mastered was a motherfuckin' posture. (BOOM!) [HOOK — 8 BARS. Add octave-down vocal doubles and gang shouts.] M-P-C Phonem, what the fuck is that? (WHAT?) Sound like a Bluetooth speaker with a busted-ass jack. (HA!) Triple platinum on the Cloud? Where your plaque at? (WHERE?) Thirty plays, twenty-nine was you playin' it back. (DAMN!) Now pairin'... device not found. (NOPE!) Big-mouth rapper, ain't nobody heard a sound. (WHO?) Now pairin'... connection went down. (BOOM!) Even Bluetooth said, “Get this clown outta town!” (GET OUT!) [VERSE 2 — 16 BARS. Bass distortion increases. Faster internal rhyme. Tau