[numerous intro chatter for 20 seconds - hard to transcribe]

  

Hip-hop nowadays seems different to me

Everybody's bustin a shot or flippin a ki

Is it real? (Hell yeah) Well it isn't to me

It seems a lot of these wack rappers are livin for free

With their talk-about name tags, designer frames and bags

Peruvian coke connects that they never had, huh

Dressed up videos co-starring De Niro

To them ghetto dwellers, you label street heroes

THAT'S A SHAM! Don't get caught out there man

They'll put a bullet in your temple just as quick as they can

then they'll scram, you're nothin but a stuttered out, piece of flesh

in the next man's GS I guess

All that tough talk on wax ain't according to many facts

It was a facade you put on, when your lawyer got your contracts

And the way you went down got me heated

Your presence in hip hop ain't needed so beat it, uh yeah huh

You ain't needed in the hip hop game

You ain't doin nuttin for my brain

And all you rappers really sound the same

You ain't needed in the hip hop game

You ain't needed in the hip hop game

You ain't doin nuttin for my brain

And all you rappers really sound the same

Yeah yeah yeah, you's a real tough niggaro

Back in '80-somethin I saw you dancin in the videos

Frontin hard, for the AV squad

In high school, you was just a branded fool

Dressin preppy, you must've ate too much spaghetti

Flash forward a decade now your last name's Guiseppi

Allegedly, runnin with those crooked nose kids

but when you turn your back they'll shoot a hole through your leg

As you skid (AARGH!) out of control on the Grand Central

You gotta call that your label would fall

If you put your, toughest, hardest, realest

MCs against me they'll turn up empty HAH

Cos they don't know nothin bout real rap skills

so there presence ain't needed for real so what the deal? Yeah

You ain't needed in the hip hop game

You ain't doin nuttin for my brain

And all you rappers really sound the same

You ain't needed in the hip hop game

You ain't needed in the hip hop game

You ain't doin nuttin for my brain

And all you rappers really sound the same

Hah

Now this goes to the fan that really thinks the man

behind the mic is speakin truth, but yo I got proof

There's about seventy precent of rappers who misrepresent (What?)

talkin about they'll put a dent (What?) in the game when they drop

but don't even scratch the surface, rhymin without a purpose

makes me sick to my stomach, so you suckers should stop

It's a sign of the times, a kilo ain't got nothin to do with your rhymes

A gun ain't got nothin to do with your rhymes

A blunt ain't got nothin to do with your rhymes, that's why you fall behind

So next time you braggin bout the dues you completed

Remember your presence ain't needed, now hit the hell out of here, huh yeah

You ain't needed in the hip hop game

You ain't doin nuttin for my brain

And all you rappers really sound the same

You ain't needed in the hip hop game

You ain't needed in the hip hop game

You ain't doin nuttin for my brain

And all you rappers really sound the same

You ain't needed in the hip hop game

Motherfucker

[chatter to fade]