1.Da Sermon(Intro)
2.Time Ta Bounce(Interlude)
3.True And Livin'
You know the plan, gee, i rip any mic you hand me
I been down, this ain't no muthafuckin brandy
It's lord finesse, yeah, you know it
It's that funky type poet that get loose like aerobics
You know i be slammin suckers
When i'm not on the mic, i'm makin more moves than a dance
instructor
I have no passion for rhymers
Nowadays i come with more styles than fashion designers
Rappers be cold frontin
They like forrest gump (why？) them niggas don't know nothin
So watch how i hit em
In '95 and beyond lord finesse is true and livin
I don't have to pop tools to stop crews or mop fools
I play it cool and smooth, and like drop jewels
I get props and never fail, hops
The stuff i'm deliverin you can't get in your mailbox
I won't sink the way my brain thinks
When it comes to crews, i'm connected like a chain link
I'm out to make large figures
You could be a casino dealer, and still couldn't pull my fuckin
card, nigga
I'm so bad with the vocab
That's only part of it, now let me school you on the whole half
I'm no stranger, more like danger
Like playin russian roulette with 5 bullets in the chamber
I get more props, i'm raw, hops
With the sure shot that's guaranteed to make all you girls'
drawers drop
So peep my funk style of rhythm
Word life, kid, i'm true and livin
Now it's the funkyman, and niggas can't see me
When i grab the mic you better play the wall like graffiti
Cause whether fast or somethin slow
I'm bad like michael jackson, only thing is, i'm fuckin, though
Hey yo, so just save it
I'm one of the funkiest, plus the underground favorite
That got astoundin rhymes
That'll make your grandmoms get up when i decide to get down for
mines
I make your whole platoon nervous
Tryin to get live, i bring it to that ass like fuckin room
service
What you gonna do when i hunt you down
You could have a freak on a ferris wheel, you still couldn't
fuck around
This is how it goes when finesse raps
When brothers be sleepin on a nigga, but i don't stress that
It'as the man that be rappin clever
That's why i'm gonna shine forever, like paddened leather
Have no fear, i kick it simple and so clear
Fuck making your day, i got some shit for your whole year
I don't know why these crews be frontin
They can have three u-haul trucks, and still won't be movin
nothin
I put niggas on curfews, i hurt crews
My style is harder than the heel on fuckin church shoes
Wanna wear my shoes, you can't fit em
In years to come i be true and livin
4.O Lord
Live for the nine-five
I'm in here with the one and only
You know what i'm sayin？
Ditc, in the house
I'm gonna pass it
As though to noise, kick poison, strike or fold
The debonaire shed space impare with flair
L-o-r-d, f-i-n-e-double-s-e, ya rappers best beware
He's soon to fine tune in your ears
Beats like minks and his rhymes are like links
Figaro, all due from your nigga o
You're like an egyptian
Fishin for ways to top the pyramids
You give off presence like a whole fuckin syndicateand hang
(aight)
One time for your motherfuckin mind
Lord finesse bout to spark it in your ear again
Yaknowhati'msayin？ he was off the scene
But he back on, and he bout to go on and on and on
(no diggity) one time like that(like that, haaa)
With my man o.c.
And we out
5.Brainstorm／p.s.k.(No Gimmicks Remix)
Now we found out, some time ago that if you take a whole group
of really
Superbad dudes, and hang em in together they'll make some music
whether or not
Somebody else thought it was hip or not.
You know, they be ok.
You dig？
Somebody's got to start it.
Verse one： o.c.
It's like me against anyone
First full verse is spontaneous, combustion thrusts me
No rapper can dust me
Bounced upon the scene with a theme, word...life
I cut fantasy out cause i differ from a dream
Wisdom lies deep in my molecules, you assumed
I fell victim to, hip-hop blues
You way off i stay on tour often rockin spots
On the california coast, range you know back to boston
Enforcin my theory, leavin rappers teary-eyed
Fly most who came and thought they had stride
You accustomed to cussin and bluffin fussin for nothin
Half of y'all crumbs are just soft like muffins
I bake, masterpieces, sharper thesis
Y'all candy coated motherfuckers stink like feces
Needless to say, are these running shoes yours？
You retreated when i gave out head for wars
My microphone set is immensely brick wall
Solid in and out you slept so now snore
Who got my back, you ask lord and blastmaster
Unorthodox, combinations from the masters
Mics i menace, when it's finished
You get an understanding of what we bringin, no gimmicks
Verse two： lord finesse
My decision is precision, i'm ill in ways you can't vision
I got niggaz worshippin lord finesse like religion
You can't fuck around, you're kiddin
You don't want no collision, you better fly south like a pigeon
Good riddance, i flip flows you can't imagine
I break down your flintstone style, into fragments
So pay attention to the man rappin
Don't think that it can't, i'm livin proof, it can happen
I reign supreme logical, verbally, i drop it in ways
That you never dreamed possible
So lyrically, i personally figure
That my harvard style, is too deep for you nursery niggaz
When i clutch the mic, i'm comin rough and right
I build more than them workers on construction sights
I'm skilled at it, i'm illmatic
So yes answers your question if you ask me do i still have it
I'm the realest, the illest
Comin out the woodwork, like them homos in the village
But seriously, i'm got the remedy
If i's at the bottom of the toilet
You niggaz still couldn't shit on me
Originally, it's the same the vet
I'm on that get rich list, but they didn't call my name yet
I make it special like a prom night i bomb mics
While other brothers are old news like walter kronkite
It's critical, you got these xerox individuals
But word life, it ain't nothin like the original
I wreck kids, that's my theory and perspective
When it comes to hip-hop, i'm on the case like detectives
You better step to the next man
Cause the greatest soccer player couldn't kick it like finesse
can
Verse three： krs-one
This is the scientific extra-prolific terrific
Mystic simplistic metaphysic, no gimmick type lyric
When you hear it or hear me, runnin through the scrimmages
You see images, affecting your sight to make you go
(yo there he is! no there he is!) no here he is
Rockin your superiors, in your hardest area
Your lyrical skills are inferior
It's because your video that they cheer for ya
I'll take care of ya, quickly, cause i cannot take it
Your weak head needs to be decapitated
Cause you fake it
If your heart was caffeine, well you're now decaffeinated
You scream battle but it's the end of your career
You anticipate it, i hate itcareer ended, how splendid
For wack mc's i come doctor recommended
Haha! you know whassup when lord finesse up in the piece
All you wack ass rappers better go rewrite your album
O.c. in the house, krs in the house, yeah
New york style in the house, yeah
Bdp crew in the house, yeah...
6.Taking It Lyte(Interlude)
7.Gameplan
One time for your mind, here we go
You know my style, now peep the flow
Girl i know you're with it, so drop your seven digits
Got a minute, then let me know (repeat 2x)
Shorty's got it going on (is that so, who you be？)
I'm a slick type of nigga that like to lounge on the low
(i be seeing you around) that's all dead
I just swing and do my thing and lay low like the feds
Straight up real, no scam
(so where your girl at？) probably out with your man
(yeah yeah, that rapping is nice)
My mack is precise, i'm on you like a tracking device
Forget a crew, i got solo tactics
I'm not a half-ass nigga, baby i got the total package
I never fronted, you can get it if you want it
Won't say i'm the best, but i'm not that far from it
You know my style (you like to play low)
(you probably be going 'yeah yeah') okay, if you say so
Give me a minute and it's over
I'm one bad soldier, i was flexing before mad cobra
I got so much charm, even if you with your moms
Huh, i play it cool like the fonz
Whether weekends, monday through friday
I know this ain't burger king, but i'll still have it my way
One time for your mind, here we go
You know my style, now peep the flow
Girl i know you're with it, so drop your seven digits
Got a minute, then let me know (repeat 2x)
Oooh, shorty's got it going on (who you be？)
A ruffneck, living for '95 and beyond
(i see you playing around the field)
I used to stick and move, now i just lounge and chill
I'm not the type to be sweating crazy
(i need a real man) shit, i'm as real as you get, baby
My game is outstanding
(i got a boyfriend) well now you got a man friend
(oh it's like that？) is you kidding？ shit...
I got so much game, i could make a nun change religions
I got flavors like a rainbow, you dig what i'm saying？
(yeah, but that shit is all game, though)
Come on, i know you like it
Don't font on me, i read your whole card like a psychic
(yeah, you got clout) no doubt, plus i'm getting money
Ain't a brother out teaching when i'm kicking, honey
I'm like silk and h-town, can you dig it？
I'll lick you up and down and knock your boots in a minute
Messing with me, nothing but good can happen
There's a new sheriff in town
(really, where？) you're looking at him
One time for your mind, here we go
You know my style, now peep the flow
Girl i know you're with it, so drop your seven digits
Got a minute, then let me know (repeat 2x)
I'm not the type to act a fool, catching brothers with a tool
I just bag up skins, i play it cool
I kick game, i have your mind is
Cause i can be bummy and nappy headed, and still pull a dom p
(pimping is hard) not to me
You got a lot to see, the way i put skins under lock and key
And let them front the role like they outstanding
Huh, i leavem 'em out standing in the cold
A girl act up, then i cut her off
(is your game smooth？) is it？ my shit's butter soft
So won't y'all just hear me in
(why's that？) i get girls open like a cesarian
Yo, i roll with the big men and i don't have to trickin'
And mess around just to get skins
So all y'all niggas that's geese, i can make that shit cease
When i slide up in the peace
One time for your mind, here we go
You know my style, now peep the flow
Girl i know you're with it, so drop your seven digits
Got a minute, then let me know
8.Words From Da Ak(Interlude)
9.Flip Da Style
Aw shit now, word spreads around when i get down
I rip clowns, i make niggas wanna skip town
Lord finesse got the rough raps, fuck that
When i do my thing, i come off like a hub cap
I put shit out like a fireman, you never met a flier man
I slide up in chicks like a diafram
(you can't murder me, you better recognize) people heard of me
I say the shit that get you open like surgery
I'm so def, i catch wreck with no sweat
When i rock mics it don't make sense to try to go next
With the mic i'm royal, see
You could have a silver jacket with rhinestones and couldn't
shine more than me
Don't be silly and try to kill me
Soundin like milli vanilli, i smoke your ass like a philly
I rap with force when i'm kickin my facts across
The shit i kick is hotter than tabasco sauce
Don't try to ruin me or talk about doin me
(why？) i got shit that'll spark your whole community
So lounge and peep the deal
(cause i'm one muthafucka you don't have to tell keep it real)
Brothers don't know i can (flip the style)
I'm out to make dough, kid (flip the style)
Come to my show, so i can (flip the style)
Check the flow, yo (just flip the style)
Can i do my thing, kid？ (flip the style)
I'm ready to swing, yo (flip the stlye)
I got rap on a string, kid (flip the style)
Just gimme your ring when i (just flip the style)
I get attention like a lexus, girls wanna sex this
Play rappers like tetris, eat em like breakfast
Think you're nice？ boy, you better be, you know my pedigree
I'm on the rise like afros in the 70s
I keep money, i freak honeys, i represent the streets, sonny
You know my style, don't sleep, money
I put it on like sneakers, it's the smooth speaker
Peace to krs-one, that's the teacher
Now let me hit you with this line i drive, this rhyme's fly
This is how it goes down in the '95
That's right, because i said it, don't sweat it, kid
Don't think i'm nice？ well, i am, so give me credit, kid
I wreck niggas, collect figures
Yo, i'm like aretha franklin - all i want is some respect, nigga
I drop facts when i rock raps over hot tracks
That's why niggas be on my dick like a jock strap
Bring the best, i get with him
Even deaf people be sayin, 'i heard that kid got some shit with
him'
None could diss this or rip this, for instance
Give me a cordless mic, i beat a rapper long-distance
Crews i run through, won't fall or fumble
You can get done, too, don't let me catch you on the humble
Niggas don't like me, but that's aight, gee
Brothers act sheisty, that's why i play the crib with the wifey
One of the best, don't compare me to none of the rest
Straight up and down, word life you can't fuck with finesse
Shit sound hype, yo (flip the style)
It's only right that i (flip the style)
Pass the mic, so i can (flip the style)
I got my flow down tight, kid (just flip the style)
I got the skills to make papes, yo (flip the style)
I gotta set em straight, kid (flip the style)
I bet diggin' in the crates can (flip the style)
I got moves to make, yo (just flip the style)
10.Showtime(Interlude)
11.Speak Ya Peace
(speak the peace
Then slide like grease) --＞ dida
(rock to the beat, get wreck on the regular) --＞ grap lover
(that's right) --＞ biz markie
I'm real like the son of sam while other are soft like richie
gun-in-hand
Their styles is outdated like the _running man_
A tough vet, i'm the roughneck that drops logic
The hefty solid, prophet from the projects
The spiritual, the lyrical, individual
(no doubt, kid) yeah, the lord works miracles
I hustle for mine like those pumpin cracks
I got thumpin raps that'll have you niggas doin jumpin jacks
I come with the fat songs, put me on any platform
Watch me get my muthafuckin rap on
A top cat that rocks rap
＞from the part of boogie down bronx where the cabs don't stop at
The asiatic rap fanatic that don't have it
My style's tighter than a virgin locked in traffic
You get ripped like a cardboard
Because you watch gangsta flicks, you write rhymes, don't mean
you're hardcore
I'm so devine when i flow and rhyme
I blow your mind when i go for mine
(come on) y'all niggas know the time
I kick hip-hop in its true form
Big up to fat joe, congratulations on the newborn
Like the coyote i gets wile e.
And freaks it with the stylee
My shit is type ？？？, so my life be like irie
I be the mc that's above and beyond
Them all, stand out like leon, tackle comp like deion
Be on some hip-hop shit, cause the music like hypnotic
I can't stop it, oh lord, so i just drops it
Till the slayings leave abrasions, hot like cajun
Trails be blazin behind this chinky-eyed non-asian
Female bringin it to ya like e-mail
With advanced techniques off these new york streets
So hardrocks licks a smooth exotic sister
Strong as a bull, while you be slackin like a 76er
Yeah, this is my world, the slang sign
And out no doubt, marquee, i do my thing
Now, you say grenada, and i say grenada
Big up to greeny greeen, i meet your black ass later
But wait a, minute, cause i'm in it to win it
With the freestyle flow i steal the show like john benett
But then it, really wouldn't matter to a nigga
You figure you have to sneak up cause i'm bigger
Yo jigga, take down the beat just a little
Far from brittle, chew a nigga like a skittle
But it'll, be a cold day in the caribean
At the meridian, i swim through girls like an amphibian
I'm witty and, versed with the lyrical blessin
Never fessin, and keep the chickens second-guessin
Known for stressin engineers in my session
I flake in one take, and slide like wesson
So learn a lesson, i make the episode brief
You seek relief as you pick up your teeth
Try to spark this, you'll get torn, cause you never win
I'm through, i'll take you, through hell again
It's the goodfellas, first aid kit the medicine
Stay legit cause we're veterans
Proceed what i don't achieve
Leave up to my seed, teach him that he gotta bleed
Don't fall victim to greed
That you give is what you're blessed with
Find it, put it to use, have faith and don't stress shit
Meanwhile i hit the ganja, now watch it kiss my lips
Bless it, then pass it, like magic's top 10 assists
It's the cheeba-cheeba, another neighborhood news feature
Who can see the, giant？ not a known creature
Or being alive that can see me on this rap vibe
High off of hip-hop, can't die, i got cat lives
Abuse this, get smuddered is how you'll be discovered
Give me 20 years in here with no dough, i still love it
It's in my heart, when i bled, it was red
Won't stop till i drop dead, or catch some led to my head
Some search for bread, loot, cheese, or whatever
But instead i stay true, smoke trees and get clever
Fall never, show and a is who we be
See why d.i.t.c. will reign forever
12.Food For Thought
(so you know there's a lotta darkness out here
We watch it all time
I'm busy looking at the darkness sayin
'damn, that's some darkness over there', you know？
Whatever
And we have responsibility to focus on it, sayin, you know
'y'all be cool')
(mh-mh-mh)
Ah yeah
Check it out, y'all
A little food for thought
For those in the ghetto
Actin wild, livin foul
Cause y'all think it's in style
Know what i'm sayin？
Now every neighborhood has a nice child
But because of the things around em they change up they whole
lifestyle
I knew a kid with a little cash
He had a little gear, yo, his status was middle class
But girls used to say he was so chopped
And brothers around the way wasn't tryin to give him no props
He was quiet, he used to lounge and play the smooth role
Brothers tried to diss him, he ain't sweat it, it was cool
though
Confidence is what the child lacked
He was tryin to scoop this girl he was sweatin since a while
back
He asked honey to go with him
Since he didn't have a name, that bitch ain't give him no rhythm
Matter of fact, she made him feel low
She said she needed a man that was out there makin real dough
So it was a lot that he had to prove
So money said 'fuck it' and changed up his whole attitude
(time to get it)
Yo, y'all better chill
(time to clock bills)
(yo, y'all better chill
(hey yo, i wanna get ill)
Yo, y'all better chill
(so what's the muthafuckin deal？)
Yo, y'all better chill
Now he had to make quick figures
So he started sellin drugs, because honey wanted a rich nigga
He was livin foul and then some
He started killin niggas and buildin figures for his income
He had the fat rides he drove around in
He was clockin dough, knockin hoes, money was loungin
And waitin for a nigga to test him
You know, play him, try to slay him, or disrespect him
Let some brother tried to riff with him
He wouldn't hesitate to pull out and let off his whole clip in
em
He was wettin niggas like firemen
Shit, he was packin more iron than vitamins
Now the brothers seein mad money
And guess who pops up on the scene, yo, it's the bad honey
Now she's on the block hawkin
Before no words, now he can't get that bitch to stop talkin
He told her to cut the shit
He laid her, played her, told the hoe to suck his dick
He said he was only out to get money
So step the fuck off, because paybacks is a bitch, honey
She only got what she deserved (word)
He kicked that stupid bitch to the curb
Cause man, he had his whole shit down
Cause the nigags who used to diss him was all on his dick now
Everything was how he imagined it
But word got out, and other dealers wasn't havin it
The hoe he dissed, snitched and told on him
So one day some fellas ran up and the rolled on him
Shot em up with blow-me-down
Cause if money wasn't catholic, he was holy now
He had it goin on and played the perfect role
But ask yourself a question： was it worth it though？
13.Da Kid Himself(Interlude)
14.Hip 2 Da Game
(you know what？)
(you know what？)
(you know what？)
I'm hip to the game (right)
I'll always be the same (true)
Cause whether i'm broke or got fame
Sunshine or rain
Ain't a damn thing changed
Finesse fell off, that's what some figure
You better see mary blige and get the 411, nigga
I rock rappers frequently
I'm like stevie wonder, i can't see a brother beatin me
Wanna throw joints？ you get spanked, fella
Wanna talk dough？ i'm seein more cash than a bank teller
Wanna talk girls, you can't follow this
I been through more skins than the average dermatologist
I'm no joke on a fast or slow tip
Pockets stay so thick, be on some down-low shit
I turn mc's red fast
I never sell out, fuck that, yo, i'm dead ass
I'm on it like tnt
When it comes to this, ain't another brother seein me
That's why opponents always get scared
Cause i make brothers go, 'hey yo, that's that shit there!'
Brothers better lounge when i pass through town
(you better recognize) don't know？ better ask around
Word life, i'm not a new figure
They say good things come to those who wait - i'm overdue, nigga
I lounge and rock tunes
The way i be savin the day, give me a cape and a costume
But no, it's not batman, it's the original blackman
That goes back like the gap band
I don't run scams, got dumb fans
Yo, i'm one man that's quick to toast a nigga like a sun tan
People wondered would i rock again？
Shit, rap without finesse is like life without oxygen
It's no quiz, i get biz, you know what the deal is
Rap ain't shit if it ain't real, kid
Can't a rapper outplay me
(do your thing, kid) word life, no doubt, baby
I don't stutter, i'm so butter, like no other
Word, i'm that funky type of soul brother
I get stupid, but i'm dumb wise, i'm one guy
That can rock a party from night until sunrise
You can't mess with the rap lord
That's like sayin you can dunk when you can't touch the
backboard
Ha, i got the smooth rep
I got styles that kung-fu muthafuckas didn't use yet
How long i been rockin raps？
Since niggas was wearin lee's, mark-necks and sportin stocking
caps
Plus i be flippin figures
In '95 and beyond, best believe i got some shit for niggas
(you know what？)
(you know what？)
(you know what？)
(yeah!)
15.No Gimmicks
Lord finesse and blastmaster krs-one
Lyrical styles weigh a ton
Lord finesse, we know you got skills
Come into the cypher and build
Chill out, all mc i kill
Come down
Check it out, come on, here's your chance to swing
With some ill muthafuckas, we don't dance and sing
In '95 we out-jinglin
Servin 'poetic justice' without that nigga john singleton
I do my thing while the fans be jealin
Hey yo, i'm so dope, you better tap your man and tell him
I don't fake moves, i scrape crews, i make brothers break fool
Just give me a beat with a bass groove
I'm mad funky, ask the experts
Cause i make you bob your head until your muthafuckin neck hurt
So don't ask me to match, gee
Cause if you ain't real, i'm bringin it to your face like acne
Now rappers run scams and flim-flams
On how they be gettin loose when they rusty like a tin man
They rap fast, tryin to stack cash
But on the reel to reel, yo, they still soundin half-assed
Yellin and screamin like they got somethin
When they don't got nothin, so them niggas need to stop frontin
Talkin how they be raggin shit
When i don't know if them niggas are rappin or talkin
muthafuckin arabic
They act so ill, they no frills
They should go chill, they all mouth with no skills
When i'm around y'all feel funny
Cause i'm young makin funds like shaquille o'neal, money
You want any drama？ you better wear plenty armor
I cut that ass like the chef at benny harner's
The funky man's in it to win it
We gotta keep it real yo, no muthafuckin gimmicks
Whoever make a hit they the best (that's a gimmick)
You sell records based on how you dress (that's a gimmick)
Hey yo, that tongue-twistin shit, that's kinda fresh (that's a
gimmick)
What's when you're soft but you're frontin like you're stressed？
(that's a gimmick)
What's when you're only into rap to get paid？ (that's a gimmick)
What's when you're yellin and screamin up on stage？ (that's a
gimmick)
When your career is numbered by days？ (that's a gimmick)
What's when your lyrical style is just a faze？ (that's a
gimmick)
I guess yes y'all, to the beat y'all, bring in the street
Let me put my beeper on 'vibrate', so won't hear it beep
Representin the street, concrete what i speak, yeah, i live it
Let it be known, krs is not about a gimmick
I grab the mic and rip it, meanwhile they stallin
I raise the mic stand, because i'm tall and i keep the crowd
callin
I'm not like those other rappers talkin about the caps they peel
Punk, i battle mc's for real
Fuck a record deal when you're still into hip-hoppin
With your country ass, sound like you're still pickin cotton
You get thrown across the room in that direction, listen
The lyrical teacher's not the one you should be checkin
This is my eara, or era or eera, whatever, i'm mad clever
I shoop, you doop, you doop like salt-n-pepa
Lyrical terror, you should never ever come for mine
When i rhyme i clean up mc's with the fresh smell of pine
I got skills, and it shows
You could slow or speed up the tempo, your style is fake like
janet jackson's nose
I'm sellin that real live shit, and you could get hurt
You're sellin that fake shit like the home shopping network
You got a lotta rhymes to battle in a second
But frankly the bottom line is： where's your hit record？
You claim i'm jockin, you claim i'm on your dick, where's your
witness？
If i'm on your dick, my name has got to be syphilis
I come with lyrical physical fitness
Two months from now you will have bit this
Watch me light that ass up like christmas
Don't let me come out on that ass
Start flippin the lyrics i be kickin
Be hotter than curry chicken
So whether from the east or from the west
There's no other krs
I got force
I came to your town to set it off
So when finesse goes 'hit it'
I'll never mimick
Krs-one could never use a gimmick
When you're ridin the next rapper's dick (that's a gimmick)
When you're r＆b, and then you cold flip (that's a gimmick)
Start rhymin hardcore just to get a hit (that's a gimmick)
When yout get over, but your skills ain't shit (that's a
gimmick)
When you rap, but you don't have soul (that's a gimmick)
When you cross over just to go gold (that's a gimmick)
When you're not a gangster, but portrayin a role (that's a
gimmick)
What's when you shape in somebody else's mould？ (that's a
gimmick)
Man your station, cause the clan you're facin
Is steppin to you trash muthafuckas like sanitatian
I shoot and throw rhymes, the whole nine when it's showtime
(what up, kid？) brothers know i can hold mine
On the real i got rhymes skills
When the time's ill i'm blowin up spots like a minefield
Brothers front with they chest out
But words from finesse's mouth'll leave them niggas stressed out
They make me sick to my stomach
(so put it on em, kid!) them muthafuckas don't want it
They can't see me, believe me
They all phoneys, like them niggas that be wrestlin on tv
Yo, they're nowhere near pro
And niggas couldn't hang if they was muthafuckin scarecrows
Nowadays a lotta rappers sound fake
Talkin that gangster shit, when they're softer than a poundcake
So why you're frontin with the burner, kid
When you done took more ass-whippins than fuckin tina turner did
You wanna front？ so be it
But fuck beatin around the bush, i just speak how i see it
Me fall off？ that shit's dead
That's not happenin, kid, so get that shit through your thick
head
I'll never sellout (what？) you head right
I'll never cross over (aight!) word life
So when i said it, peep the method
If i never go gold but get credit, i won't sweat it
In '95 we all in it
We gotta keep it real, yo, no muthafuckin gimmicks
What's when you rap and don't appreciate the art？ (that's a
gimmick)
What's when you sell out just to get a start？ (that's a gimmick)
What's when you make bullshit just for the charts？ (that's a
gimmick)
What's when you rap, but it's not from the heart？ (that's a
gimmick)
What's when you're hardcore, then you turn pop？ (that's a
gimmick)
When you steal ideas to get props？ (that's a gimmick)
When you sell out to be on top？ (that's a gimmick)
What's when you front like you're hard, but you're not？ (that's
a gimmick)
Now let this be a lesson to all mc's
And dj's
Anyone that come across the line will have to pay
Real hip hop is in effect
Real hip-hop is in effect
Real hip-hop is in effect
Give it respect
We catch wreck
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