[Verse 1: Madlib]
Got the bad news
Pickin' same crews
Tryin' to check ones and twos (One, two)
I saw you rappin' in the back of the club, tryin' to practice
I'll do you wack, my style on the mattress
'Cause you're below average
Put you to sleep 'cause you're weak and speak
Petty confetti, I'm ready to throw speed
At you
End up with the stature, then I'll fracture
When I catch you
You know I'll splat you when I bust
Rap just ended
More like a veteran
Lettering capital lateral with no federal
Sexual-hetoral
Style non-edible, why people say I'm incredible

[Chorus: Madlib]
But still, it's hard dealing with this industry
So many wack rappers pretending to be
Extra rough
With the rugged, raw, tough
Why y'all bluff?
CDP, yo, had enough
Yo
[Interlude: Declaime & Madlib]
Man
And it don't stop
Moving like this
The Crate Digga station
Stress relation
Uh

[Verse 2: Declaime]
Keeping to myself when stress is felt
I dealt with mad problems
Uplift me away to solve 'em
Pick up the pieces
Replace 'em to their places, so now it ceases
No more weak get in with just a hook and a grin
Still with real, I fill open spaces
Lyric holes in n***as' faces
Rap-related cases (Uh)
Off on my own, I got the song
So why can't I get in? CDP is straight hittin'
Without a deal, but still stay real
And will the stress ever be relieved?
At least tone it down a bit
Because I'm fed up with the fake and counterfeit
I can't fit in
And must not let the stress win (Stress win)
[Bridge: Madlib]
You can't let the stress win
Yo, yo
You can't the stress win
Yo
You can't let the stress win
Yo
You can't let the stress win
Yo

[Chorus: Madlib]
But it's still hard dealing with this industry
'Cause so many wack rappers pretending to be
Extra rough
With the rugged, raw, tough
Why you all bluff?
'Cause CDP had enough
Yo

[Outro: Madlib]
Check it out, yo