(feat. U-Love)



Me and my girls were just sittin' around chillin'

or maybe we were drivin'...I don't remember

but we were listening to the radio

and we were talking about the state of black music today

or maybe I should say the near non-existent state of black music today

and we were also discussing the responsibility of music artists

or shall I say the lack of responsibility...anyway

I put this tape in, and

we were listening to this track

and it made me wonder...



You think you can rhyme over this nigga

You think you can sing over this playa

What...you think you can flow over this hustler



You think you can rhyme over this nigga

You think you can sing over this playa

What...you think you can flow over this hustler



Oh yeah...I forgot to tell you the rules



By rhyme I don't mean nursery

Flow don't mean get your smoke on

sing means...well...nigga just sing the song



No Crissy, no thongs

no baby boos or baby daddys

no tricks, no whips, no weight pushin'

and absolutely no platinum or ice

no guns, no lies about your ghetto rep

and please...the term playa hater...

well I hate to tell you, but...

it's played...out



So now what you gonna do?

Well...let me show you an example of what you could do



Yo, yo, yo, yo



U-love's about to kick this

Don't resist this

I'll take 8 bars and flip that shit

Don't get it twisted

Now watch me while I rock this

Naw, not the Casbah



I been watchin' you

and I got you

dead center

in the scope of my word rifle

you triflin'

your mediocrity is stiflin'

it's frightening

the way you mislead as you succeed



it's a crime

that in your rhyme

you can't be both consistent, as well as, diverse

in one line you fight adversity

the next find you perverse and shitty

with your verse she

reduced to ass and titty

and we be

watchin' the videos...like...ho



The million dollar glitz breed

is doing a Big Willie blitzkrieg

on the ass and ears

on the ass and ears

on the ass and ears...

of...America



Yeah that's what I'm talkin' about



So now what you gonna do

wit' your rhyme, wit' your flow?



So now what you gonna do

wit' your rhyme, wit' your flow?



Well how about

talkin' about the injustices

the numbers

the blunders

of black males in jail

Or

why not speak truth

about our misguided youth

their daily dying

from thugging and drug selling

that leaves them yelling

from behind bars

far...from the glamour you pimp

leaving scars

with that dope cut

You might as well be saying...

Fuck the masses

long as my ass is gettin' paid



Your mishandling of the mic...and music's power...is played

it's time for change

so what you think...you up for the challenge?



You think you can rhyme over this nigga

You think you can sing over this playa

What...you think you can flow over this hustler



You think you can rhyme over this nigga

You think you can sing over this playa

You think you can flow over this hustler



I demand reparations

from all irresponsible

fake mogul

crap musicmakers and movefakers

your bad examples could kill my children's future

but we're here to supply the sutures needed

to close the bleeding hole...in the soul of black music



Don't misuse it or abuse it...use it

to send positive not negative messages

bless the kids with dope, but, heartfelt lyrics

they need to hear it



You can still be hard

and keep regard

for your sisters, and shorties and human life

See formidable minds pay the price

for your microphone mistakes



So it's either change...or be changed

Break the chains

Don't be slave