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[mowf's
I've had any uhh..
Healthy degree of for, rappers
Because they was rappin the wrong of thing..
Or that old bad language, foul
I never cared for that.. bad
I don't if you make ten million dollars a day
It ain't it
What does it profit a man to the whole world
And his soul? nothing
Rap about

mowf]
Yo, just a but I was wondering
What if underground were to hit, commercial be the shit?
A role-reversal -- imagine that
Where a too commercial and some corny rap is fat
Would hammer then get props, and did ras kass out?
Your moms organized konfusion through the house?
St. was a soda and they legalized the blunts
And everybody smoked em and the had fronts
Would niggaz sportin afros and and the braids
Switch to jheri curls, and high-top
And rappin bout the streets cool
The underground would non-violence, safe sex, stay in school
So who? be real, could you (nah)
When re-al-ity and commercial-ity fuse?
But I've got news check it out on the way (what? )
To making this everyday, so I say

do you have to be from the hood
In order, to know, how to rap
Question: do you have to pack a
Serve jail time, to how to rhyme?
Question: do you you have to be a gang
Or slanger, to be a rap singer?
Question: do you to be an alcoholic
Or a drug fiend, to make green on the rap

Check it out, I was chillin in my
With my hand on the dial, bout to a video for a while
Freestyle rules, yes
The song's about hustlers, smokin mad
And how gats you can tote in your coat
And how you pull it, and discharge the bullet
Are o.g.'s, the real mc's?
A out the pen with the pen writin sin
Can you tell me then -- if you knows why the always close
I shows with my demos, suppose it's the clothes (nah)
Shoulda those timbo's
Or talked about some in my flows (that's how it goes)
Yo it's cool if you live
If I can't relate, are my less fat?
Cause I'm not a hustler, a gangster, a or a g
I'm just an mc me, so I ask

Question: do you have to be from the
In order, to know, how to rap
do you have to pack a tec-9
Serve jail time, to how to rhyme?
Question: do you you have to be a gang
Or drug slanger, to be a rap
do you have to be an alcoholic
Or a fiend, to make green on the rap scene?

I don't wanna my soul to go gold
Or a gat to umm, go plat-i-numm
If my pockets fat then umm, let it be how I come
A smart intellectu-al, of the streets
Recitin beats, representin with the pen
I don't pack nines, but known to tens
In fingers, ten funk bringers, known to bring
Funk to a like a trunk full of skunk, pee-eww
I see you, peek-a-boo, who
Got a weaker crew, a technique or two
Pay-per-view nigga, for the true niggaz, not the
Pullin triggers but the ones whose the figures
Whoa, that's a idea, imagine that
But who wanna hear
Somethin in they ear
Instead of somethin glorifyin how triflin they live, so..

do you have to be from the hood
In order, to know, how to rap
do you have to pack a tec-9
Serve time, to learn how to rhyme?
Question: do you you have to be a gang
Or slanger, to be a rap singer?
do you have to be an alcoholic
Or a drug fiend, to make green on the rap