Most Improved (feat. C Money Burns)

You can see him with trophy when he's strollin’ through Held together with scotch tape and Elmer’s glue With some, “We knew you'd do it but we thought that you would blow it” too Don’t be rude, now Most improved And you believe in him but deep down you know the truth The king of bullshit sits atop a throne of poop Hey, who I am to judge? I know we're only human Well, some of us cyborgs with implants in a bone or two It’s like getting your hands on full blown scuba Gear after years of using shitty broken snorkel tubes Well I guess it all depends on your flow. It's true that Either option gives a guy a pretty good ocean cruise And hell, if you can struggle through with Pokemon bandaids on your aching, weeping open wounds And still pull that off I guess I'd vote for you, too Most improved You're doin' fuckin' great You're movin' up the ranks We never knew that you would make it Used to be the token noob Most improved You’re doin' fuckin' great You’re provin’ us complacent See we were losin' the faith It’s a little overdue, but Most improved He left the big city and his studio for a dorm room With two grown dudes and a dope bicoastal view A hard job, bar rot and some nose abuse Be discreet bro, they don’t need to know we broke the rules It’s like going from Pop-Tarts to Toaster Strude Or off brand pop art to Warhol soup Like goin’ from a broom stick, a hangar, pantyhose and Shoe strings to a pop filter, sound foam and a vocal booth Used to do his dentistry old school Usin' every day household objects to pull a tooth Tie a molar to a door and slam it closed for you But now he's got the Novocain and rusty old broken tools And I don’t really know what I'm supposed to do So I'll just stand here a perform a few Melancholy, funky ass, songs that I wrote for you He's singin’ now but last week he couldn’t hold a tune You're doin' fuckin' great You're movin' up the ranks We never knew that you would make it Ugly duck to golden goose, kinda Most improved You’re doin' fuckin' great You’re provin’ us complacent See we were losin' the faith Glad that we could coach you through Most improved You’re doin' fuckin' awesome We knew that you would blossom Actually we assumed that you’d be awful But we held out some hope for you Most improved Hey now you’re doin' much better In the groove under pressure You know, you’re screwin’ up less Whoa was me, whoa was you Now you’re most improved