There are too many MC's who are overrated
 You ask me, they wasn't even supposed to make it
 In the rap biz, they don't know what rap is
 So give it up, become a actor or a actress
 Or a producer, cause you fail to use the
 Mic right, so take flight before I bruise ya
 For sayin those bull crap wack raps on wax
 You need to get smacked, sit back and rip that contract
 Hey yo, I'm serious, Big L ain't playin games
 I should get foul and buck wild and start sayin names
 But deep down inside you know who you are
 Your rhymes are not up to par, you fake superstar
 And that really gets on my nerve
 When a rapper gets the credit that he don't deserve
 Goin platinum and don't have no soul
 Some rappers are mad nice and don't even go gold
 I don't like the way it's goin down
 Because it should be the other way around
 I don't understand it (I don't understand it)
 I don't understand it (I don't understand it)
 I don't understand it (I don't understand it)
 How MC's take this rap game for granted

 [Verse 2]
 MC's - what's goin on?
 I don't understand, man, how rappers cold transform
 One minute you're hardcore and raw
 That's what you was known for, but not no more
 You changed, you rearranged
 You're not the same, your raps are blame
 That explain why you lost your fame
 Used to be on top, then you fell like rain drops
 You turned pop, now you no longer gain props
 Who's fault is that? Nobody's but your own, black
 Used to make fat tracks, jack, but now you're stone wack
 So MC's, don't ever step out your range
 Remain the same
 And only change with the time
 Unless you get dropped like a dime
 Go for yours like I'm goin for mine
 But if you're rough, stay rough, if you're dap, stay dapper
 And never try to look or even sound like another rapper
 Just fulfill your own needs
 Some rappers wore gold chains, and now they're wearin beeds?
 I don't understand it (I don't understand it)
 I don't understand it (I don't understand it)
 I don't understand it (I don't understand it)
 How MC's take this rap game for granted

 [Verse 3]
 This is how it should be done
 I'm not the one, and my raps is strong like gum
 But some MC's grab the mic and sound dumb
 Plus slum (How come?) Rap skills they have none
 And I wonder how the hell they records sell
 They raps are stale and frail
 They're forced like fairy tales
 Your technique and everything you speak's weak
 You got a little airplay because of your beats
 Your fame and your name, but your lyrics are lame, black
 Step to this and get ran over like train tracks
 Your raps border wack, and you went on tour with that
 Crap, don't understand it, cause rhyme skills you lack
 I got more soul that Nike Airs, givin MC's nightmares
 Rappers be frontin hard, and rhymes they don't write theirs
 But still call themselves MC's
 Please, how could that be?
 I don't understand it (I don't understand it)
 I don't understand it (I don't understand it)
 I don't understand it (I don't understand it)
 How MC's take this rap game for granted
 I don't understand it