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

mowf]
Yo, a thought but I was wondering
What if underground to hit, would commercial be the shit?
A role-reversal -- imagine that
Where a cipher's too and some corny rap is fat
Would hammer then get props, and did ras sell out?
Your pumping organized konfusion through the house?
St. ide's was a and they legalized the blunts
And everybody smoked em and the had fronts
Would niggaz sportin afros and and the braids
to jheri curls, and high-top fades?
And rappin bout the wasn't 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 check it out we're on the way (what? )
To making happen everyday, so I say

Question: do you have to be 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 on the rap scene?

it out, I was chillin in my crib
With my hand on the dial, bout to a video for a while
rules, yes indeed
The song's hustlers, smokin mad weed
And how many gats you can tote in coat
And how quick you pull it, and discharge the
Are o.g.'s, the real mc's?
A brother out the pen the pen writin sin
Can you tell me then -- if you knows why the do's close
When I shows my demos, suppose it's the clothes (nah)
Shoulda choose those
Or talked about some hoes in my (that's how it goes)
Yo it's cool if you that
If I can't relate, are my rhymes fat?
I'm not a hustler, a gangster, a player or a g
I'm an mc bein me, so I ask

Question: do you have to be from the
In order, to know, how to rap
Question: do you to pack a tec-9
Serve jail time, to learn how to
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 green on the rap scene?

I don't wanna sell my soul to go
Or pack a gat to umm, go
If my pockets fat then umm, let it be from how I
A smart intellectu-al, poet of the
Recitin over beats, with the pen
I don't pack nines, but to carry tens
In fingers, ten bringers, they known to bring
Funk to a punk like a trunk of skunk, pee-eww
I see you, peek-a-boo, who
Got a crew, here's a technique or two
Pay-per-view nigga, for the true niggaz, not the
triggers but the ones whose the father figures
Whoa, that's a radical idea, that
But who would hear
in they ear positive
Instead of somethin glorifyin just how triflin live, so..

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