Screw What They Say ~ I'm Deaf to their Diss - RAW+UNCUT

Mick Tobyn

Slime Shady

Rktw

Detroit rap, Florida drill

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ORIGINAL SONG 'Fuck What They Say' by DJ CARTER aka @dakotajmorgan05

https://suno.com/s/LbeepFRGSOyaFwFd

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COVER 'Screw What They Say' by:  *Slime Shady* and *Mick Tobyn*

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[Beat idea: 145 BPM Florida drill, distorted 808 slides, rapid hi-hats, dark piano, and a shouted hook with ad-libs like “Let's go!”, “On God!”, and “Turn that shiz up!”]

[Intro — Spoken]
Yeah, yeah!
Mick Toebin up in this bitch!
Turn that bass up, man.
I'm tired of hearing everybody talk shiz.
Everybody got an opinion, everybody got something to say.
Screw all that noise.
Let's get to it!

[Hook — Hard drill flow]
Screw what they say, I'ma do my own thing,
Came up from the bottom, now they know my name.
Talk all that shiz, but they don't know pain,
Mick Toebin on the track, let me switch them lanes.
I don't give a frig about the lies they spread,
Got a whole damn dream running straight through my head.
They were talking down bad, now they see me ahead,
Put my heart in the booth, let the bassline hit.
Screw fake friends, I ain't dealing with the drama,
Been through hard nights, still I'm chasing that dollar.
Whole lot of pressure, but I came back stronger,
Mick Toebin going up, mudda fugga, watch longer!

[Verse 1 — No fake love]
I woke up pissed off, got a lot on my mind,
Too much fake-ass love, had to leave that behind.
Everybody says they're real till it's time to show proof,
Then they disappear quick when you're telling the truth.
Man, screw all the gossip, I'm focused on the mission,
Got a fire in my chest and a whole new vision.
I don't need your damn approval, I don't need your permission,
Put the beat in the speakers, hear the whole room kicking.
I been working on my craft while they run their damn mouths,
They keep talking like they know what my life is about.
You ain't walked in my shoes, you ain't seen what I've seen,
So don't tell me shiz about the person I should be.
I'm Mick Toebin, mudda fugga, put the name in the lights,
Got a microphone ready and I'm taking my flight.
If they hate, let them hate, I ain't wasting my time,
Turn the bullshiz into music, put the truth in each line.

[Hook — Repeat]
Screw what they say, I'ma do my own thing,
Came up from the bottom, now they know my name.
Talk all that shiz, but they don't know pain,
Mick Toebin on the track, let me switch them lanes.
I don't give a frig 'bout the lies they spread,
Got a whole damn dream running straight through my head.
They were talking down bad, now they see me ahead,
Put my heart in the booth, let the bassline hit.

[Hardcore Hiphop instrumental break]

[Verse 2 — Florida energy]
Florida nights, hot air, bass shaking the street,
Got the whole damn car bouncing hard to the beat.
New track loaded up, got the speakers on blast,
I'm done looking back, leave the bullshiz in the past.
They said I couldn't make it, man, that's funny as hell,
Now I'm building up my sound and I'm doing it well.
Every verse got pressure, every line got a spark,
I put my whole damn soul in these songs after dark.
No bullshiz, no pretending, I can tell who's a clown,
Same ones talking shiz wanna come around now.
I remember every word, every joke, every doubt,
Now the beat drops hard and I let that shiz out.
I'm not chasing fake respect, I'm just chasing my goal,
Got ambition in my heart and that fire in my soul.
If the world gets loud, turn the volume up more,
Mick Toebin on the track—let them kick down the door!

[Verse 3 — Full energy]
Goddamn, I'm back, better turn that shiz up,
808 hitting hard, got the whole room shook up.
I was down on my luck, but I never gave in,
Now I'm back with a track and I'm ready to win.
Screw the doubt, screw the rumors, screw the negative talk,
I'ma stay in my lane, let my own music talk.
Got a head full of dreams and a plan to get paid,
Every song that I drop is another damn stage.
I ain't perfect, mudda fugga, never claimed I was,
I got flaws, got goals, got a whole lot of guts.
If you ride with the team, then you know what's up,
If you bring fake shiz, you can get gone, that's tough.
Mick Toebin in the booth, hear the whole crowd scream,
Turn a bad day around, put the pain in the beat.
This is more than just a song, this is me getting free,
Screw what they say—I'm becoming me!

[Hardcore Hiphop instrumental break]

[Final Hook — Beat drops hard]
SCREW WHAT THEY SAY, I'ma do my own thing!
Came up from the bottom, now they know my name!
Talk all that shiz, but they don't know pain!

Mick Toebin IN THIS BITCH—REMEMBER THE NAME!
Screw fake friends, screw the lies they spread,
Got a million damn thoughts running straight through my head.
I put my heart in the booth, let the bassline bang,
Mick Toebin, mudda fugga — I'ma do my own thing!
Outro
Yeah!
Mick Toebin!
No fake love. No fake friends.
No giving up on the dream.
You can talk your shiz all day long.
I'm still gonna make my music.
Turn that mudda fuggin' bass up!

[Boombastic Bass Hits]

[Hardcore Hiphop instrumental outro]

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ORIGINAL SONG 'Fuck What They Say' by DJ CARTER aka @dakotajmorgan05 https://suno.com/s/LbeepFRGSOyaFwFd ~~~~~ COVER 'Screw What They Say' by: *Slime Shady* and *Mick Tobyn* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Beat idea: 145 BPM Florida drill, distorted 808 slides, rapid hi-hats, dark piano, and a shouted hook with ad-libs like “Let's go!”, “On God!”, and “Turn that shiz up!”] [Intro — Spoken] Yeah, yeah! Mick Toebin up in this bitch! Turn that bass up, man. I'm tired of hearing everybody talk shiz. Everybody got an opinion, everybody got something to say. Screw all that noise. Let's get to it! [Hook — Hard drill flow] Screw what they say, I'ma do my own thing, Came up from the bottom, now they know my name. Talk all that shiz, but they don't know pain, Mick Toebin on the track, let me switch them lanes. I don't give a frig about the lies they spread, Got a whole damn dream running straight through my head. They were talking down bad, now they see me ahead, Put my heart in the booth, let the bassline hit. Screw fake friends, I ain't dealing with the drama, Been through hard nights, still I'm chasing that dollar. Whole lot of pressure, but I came back stronger, Mick Toebin going up, mudda fugga, watch longer! [Verse 1 — No fake love] I woke up pissed off, got a lot on my mind, Too much fake-ass love, had to leave that behind. Everybody says they're real till it's time to show proof, Then they disappear quick when you're telling the truth. Man, screw all the gossip, I'm focused on the mission, Got a fire in my chest and a whole new vision. I don't need your damn approval, I don't need your permission, Put the beat in the speakers, hear the whole room kicking. I been working on my craft while they run their damn mouths, They keep talking like they know what my life is about. You ain't walked in my shoes, you ain't seen what I've seen, So don't tell me shiz about the person I should be. I'm Mick Toebin, mudda fugga, put the name in the lights, Got a microphone ready and I'm taking my flight. If they hate, let them hate, I ain't wasting my time, Turn the bullshiz into music, put the truth in each line. [Hook — Repeat] Screw what they say, I'ma do my own thing, Came up from the bottom, now they know my name. Talk all that shiz, but they don't know pain, Mick Toebin on the track, let me switch them lanes. I don't give a frig 'bout the lies they spread, Got a whole damn dream running straight through my head. They were talking down bad, now they see me ahead, Put my heart in the booth, let the bassline hit. [Hardcore Hiphop instrumental break] [Verse 2 — Florida energy] Florida nights, hot air, bass shaking the street, Got the whole damn car bouncing hard to the beat. New track loaded up, got the speakers on blast, I'm done looking back, leave the bullshiz in the past. They said I couldn't make it, man, that's funny as hell, Now I'm building up my sound and I'm doing it well. Every verse got pressure, every line got a spark, I put my whole damn soul in these songs after dark. No bullshiz, no pretending, I can tell who's a clown, Same ones talking shiz wanna come around now. I remember every word, every joke, every doubt, Now the beat drops hard and I let that shiz out. I'm not chasing fake respect, I'm just chasing my goal, Got ambition in my heart and that fire in my soul. If the world gets loud, turn the volume up more, Mick Toebin on the track—let them kick down the door! [Verse 3 — Full energy] Goddamn, I'm back, better turn that shiz up, 808 hitting hard, got the whole room shook up. I was down on my luck, but I never gave in, Now I'm back with a track and I'm ready to win. Screw the doubt, screw the rumors, screw the negative talk, I'ma stay in my lane, let my own music talk. Got a head full of dreams and a plan to get paid, Every song that I drop is another damn stage. I ain't perfect, mudda fugga, never claimed I was, I got flaws, got goals, got a whole lot of guts. If you ride with the team, then you know what's up, If you bring fake shiz, you can get gone, that's tough. Mick Toebin in the booth, hear the whole crowd scream, Turn a bad day around, put the pain in the beat. This is more than just a song, this is me getting free, Screw what they say—I'm becoming me! [Hardcore Hiphop instrumental break] [Final Hook — Beat drops hard] SCREW WHAT THEY SAY, I'ma do my own thing! Came up from the bottom, now they know my name! Talk all that shiz, but they don't know pain! Mick Toebin IN THIS BITCH—REMEMBER THE NAME! Screw fake friends, screw the lies they spread, Got a million damn thoughts running straight through my head. I put my heart in the booth, let the bassline bang, Mick Toebin, mudda fugga — I'ma do my own thing! Outro Yeah! Mick Toebin! No fake love. No fake friends. No giving up on the dream. You can talk your shiz all day long. I'm still gonna make my music. Turn that mudda fuggin' bass up! [Boombastic Bass Hits] [Hardcore Hiphop instrumental outro]

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