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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 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 lose his nothing
Rap that

mowf]
Yo, a thought but I was wondering
What if underground were to hit, commercial be the shit?
A universal role-reversal -- that
Where a cipher's too and some corny rap is fat
Would then get props, and did ras kass sell out?
Your moms pumping konfusion through the house?
St. was a soda and they legalized the blunts
And everybody smoked em and the president had
Would niggaz sportin afros and dreads and the
to jheri curls, and high-top fades?
And bout the streets wasn't cool
The underground pump non-violence, safe sex, stay in school
So be real, could you choose? (nah)
When and commercial-ity both 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 time, to learn how to rhyme?
do you you have to be a gang banger
Or drug slanger, to be a rap
Question: do you have to be an
Or a drug fiend, to green on the rap scene?

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 about hustlers, smokin mad weed
And how many gats you can in your coat
And how quick you pull it, and discharge the
Are o.g.'s, the real mc's?
A out the pen with the pen writin sin
Can you me then -- if you knows why the do's always 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 cool if you live that
If I relate, are my rhymes 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 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
Question: do you you to be a gang banger
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 pack a gat to umm, go
If my pockets fat then umm, let it be from how I
A smart intellectu-al, of the streets
over beats, representin with the pen
I don't pack nines, but known to carry
In fingers, ten funk bringers, 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 wanna hear
Somethin in they ear
Instead of somethin glorifyin just how they live, so..

Question: do you to be from the hood
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 to be a gang banger
Or drug slanger, to be a rap
Question: do you to be an alcoholic
Or a drug fiend, to make on the rap scene?