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, nigga!
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 nigga!
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 niggas 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