(You're ready?)

(Yeah!)



Gimme some bass



[radio reporter]

We have here the members of the group Yomo & Markie

And they'll be speaking on R&B selling out to rap

I'm Leslie Burell

And we'll be right back after these messages on K-DIS



[VERSE 1: Yomo]

Down here in the ghetto there's a new 33

Shakin and fakin, and just takin

Corrupt, and twist around

A sound that the ghetto found

It's time to step down

R&B usin r-a-p to make cabbage

On the average I gotta start static

Can't sit back, lounge and watch them get paid

Probably with a style I played

Sittin atop the highest limb on the loom

Boom! - while I'm in a man-made tomb

But litte did they know that the axe was sharp, y'all

And Maulkie on the creep with a chainsaw

Set the trap to shake this thang loose

Now on bruise, tighten up the noose

Tryin to survive as mainstream is bull

Playin thick and strong, but can't pull

I ain't goin for it, I ain't even

Get a nudge to budge till it's leavin

Flyin south for a long-ass winter

Stayin south, cause I ain't the beginner

The old soft tale trick ain't real

This is a plot to kill

A mockingbird



[radio reporter]

So Mr. Yomo, what do you have to say about R&B sellin out to rap?

[Yomo]

Well, you know, we really don't appreciate R&B taking...

[radio reporter]

Wait a minute, we'll be right back after these messages...



[VERSE 2: Maulkie]

I heard there's a bird that been shakin and schemin

And for a style been fiendin

It's a pree that's known as R&B

And the hunter is a brother named Maulkie

As I scope I peep what they doin

Tryin to speed my process, and ruin

An artform that they claim is a trend

Remember this when you hear my record spin

I ain't a token, flingin a verse or two

Yo, they just wanna exploit you

It's a shame that it's black against black

Now I know where my people's head is at

Stations, claim they're hip-hoppin

I tune in, the rhymes ain't droppin

But it's cool when a singer plays a rap

Check it, Maulkie can't dig that

Sell out, hell no, I won't go R&B

I let the R&B come to me

My angle's laid, amplified to be heard

What it's to kill a mockingbird



[radio reporter]

The public would like to know, Mr. Markie

Why are you two attacking R&B?

[Maulkie]

Well, we feel it's exploitation of a rare artform, and we are just like...

[radio reporter]

Now tell us, what does 'mockingbird' really mean?

[Maulkie]

Well if you just let me answer the question...

[engineer]

Cut take 5



[VERSE 3]

[Yomo]

Now R&B done straight took thangs to the max

Singing over hip-hop tracks

Mockingbird, shockin birds, rockin birds

Gimme the lane, I start clock and verge

Clippin your wings

Straight clippin your wildest dreams

Yeah, that's my theme

Now everybody wants a little nest-egg

How you get a nest-egg without a litte nest?

Guess 

Most of my brothers are like illegal

Can't compare a mockingbird with an eagle

That's what I am when it comes to them and me

That goes the same for Maulkie

[ Maulkie ]

The bird is in the air, and he's hard to hit

Infrared on the brain, I gotta get with him

As he dumps on you and the industry

Nobody cares, it seems, but the Styler

On a mission, me, myself and yo

The suckers gotta go

Gold records and things don't get me off

I get off by schoolin suckers that's soft

Ruthless does the retailin

Like Marley and Tosh, we're just wailin

When we attack, the pigeon plays dumb

So run, little mockingbird, run



[radio reporter]

One last question: what's in the future for the both of you?

[Maulkie]

Well, in the future for both of us, hopefully we'll be doin some tourin...

[radio reporter]

Anyway -

[Yomo]

Now wait a damn minute, what the hell you mean: 'anyway'?!

We ain't answered a question from the get-go!

[radio reporter]

But -

[Maulkie]

But this!

[scuffle]

[Yomo]

...get em, Mark, get, get...

Yeah, we takin over the station

Yella, kick it