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[mowf's
I've had any uhh..
Healthy degree of respect for,
Because was rappin the wrong kind of thing..
Or old bad language, foul language
I cared for that.. bad language
I care if you make ten million dollars a day
It worth it
What does it profit a man to the whole world
And lose his nothing
Rap about

[danja
Yo, just a thought but I was
What if underground were to hit, would be the shit?
A universal role-reversal -- that
Where a cipher's too and some corny rap is fat
Would hammer then get props, and did ras sell out?
Your moms pumping konfusion through the house?
St. ide's was a soda and they the blunts
And smoked em and the president had fronts
Would niggaz afros and dreads and the braids
Switch to jheri curls, and high-top
And bout the streets wasn't cool
The underground would pump non-violence, sex, stay in school
So who? be real, you choose? (nah)
When re-al-ity and commercial-ity both
But I've got news check it out on the way (what? )
To this happen everyday, so I say

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

Check it out, I was in my crib
With my hand on the dial, bout to watch a video for a
Freestyle rules, yes
The song's hustlers, smokin mad weed
And how many you can tote in your coat
And how quick you 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 do's close
When I shows with my demos, it's the clothes (nah)
Shoulda those timbo's
Or talked some hoes in my flows (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 just an mc me, so I ask

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

I don't wanna my soul to go gold
Or pack a gat to umm, go
If my pockets fat umm, let it be from how I come
A smart intellectu-al, poet of the
over beats, representin with the pen
I don't pack nines, but to carry tens
In fingers, ten funk bringers, they known to
Funk to a punk like a full of skunk, pee-eww
I see you, peek-a-boo, who
Got a weaker crew, here's a or two
nigga, for the true niggaz, not the ones
Pullin but the ones whose the father figures
Whoa, that's a radical idea, that
But who would hear
Somethin in ear positive
Instead of somethin just 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 jail time, to learn how to
do you you have to be a gang banger
Or slanger, to be a rap singer?
Question: do you have to be an
Or a drug fiend, to green on the rap scene?