Good?

[Intro]
Um

[Verse 1: Dyme-A-Duzin]
Recently I got clarity from a critic
That told me last year I was the business
And now I'm kinda slippin'
Like, "Who's Phony Ppl?"
He's wilin', dropped an R&B album and downloaded a thousand
'Cause who really wanna hear it?
[?] Kanye and he's swaying away from lyrics
Huh, I mean seriously
Your brand new songs, I don't feel it
That freshman junk can't touch, shut up and listen:
"A good attempt, but you could never make a masterpiece"
Well, that's what I was trying to do, actually
And then they laugh at me
'Cause I don't got a hit song, let alone a huge buzz so I have to beef
Now the labels is hittin' me with the pressure
And saying that I lost, I thought I was gettin' better
And now I'm attachin' this to a letter
So let it go out and doubt about whether or not
Whether it's good
If it's good

[Chorus: Dyme-A-Duzin]
Is it good?
Is it good?
Is it good? (Is it good?)
Is it good? (Is it good?)
Is it good? (Is it good?)
Is it good? (Is it good?)
My ears are open for some feedback
And I kinda even doubt I really need that
Tell me it's good
Is it good? (Is it good?)
Is it good? (Is it good?)
Is it good? (Is it good?)
Is it good?

[Verse 2: Elbee Thrie]
You see I got a phone call from my old friend
He said "What you been up to, you still producing?
Because I know some artists, why don't you produce them?"
He said "My speakers started smoking 'cause my beats was too hot"
And I quote: "But that was when I was a star, now I'm a telescope."
If riches was hot music, I would say I'm broke
But if it's fame, call me insane, but I say no one knows
Party down the block, Elbee Thrie, no one shows
I'm an open-minded composer
But listeners are close
So every time a beat I post [?]
Asking why I don't contact my high-hats till sixteenth-notes
Even with all my music in I still do it
Music's a universal language, I see you're not fluent
'Cause you don't understand I'm, you don't understand
I'm different
So say yes to these questions that I'm wishin'
Is it? 'Cause I just, I gotta know
Is it good?

[Chorus: Elbee Thrie]
Is it good?
Is it good?
Is it good?
Is it good?
Is it good?
Is it good?
Is it good?
My ears are open for some feedback
And I kinda even doubt I really need that
Tell me it's good
Is it good?
Is it good?
Is it good?

[Verse 3:]
I said it's really no different from a performance
Ripping, I'm still on it, I spit sick, the crowd more nuts than pack doormans
George Foreman: I grill 'em and kill 'em through brainstormin'
They're respondin' to my first EP, and that shit was borin'
Shot, 'cause I thought I was LeBron, and I was scorin'
But it's 2-3 minute songs of ballin' (Mike Jordan)
Sheesh, I find it hard to compete
You from the street
But you said this sound like Talib Kweli
But yo
How a door spitting this song called metaphors
Never listen to the critics, they're job is givin' jaw
The crowd will still applaud but them labels won't open doors
And I don't give up, I'm going harder than before
From the block, spittin' lyrics
Performin', plenty women
Makin' more than triple-digits
Like, come on (I'm just chillin')
Livin' strong, no more slack
It's all about the rap
This is the last track, it's whack
Gotta ask you cats now, is it good?