Hi-hat, hi-hat, hi-hat, hi-hat
kick, kick, kick, clap, kick, clap
kick, clap, shaker, shaker

I used to live on Broke Avenue, 
now I'm moving towards middle class.
Pussy galore now,
used to catch little ass.
They always told me:
"Yo this rap thing, it'll pass."
Now it brings me cash
and people want my autograph.

I know I ought to laugh,
but yo I take it serious.
I mean years from now
I still want people to be hearing this.
In it for the fame?
Huh, you delirious?
Look at this wack industry
and how queer it is.
MC's acting like girls,
talking 'bout jewelry.
Fashion-statements, with no Tom foolery.
Is this industry fooling me
or schooling me that I need to be
something I don't really need to be?

See I'm like LL Cool J in the eighties,
respect from the hiphop fans
and love from the ladies.
It's probably 
because I treat songs like babies.
I birth them, then nurse them
through every new verse mand, man.

And that's how it goes
everytime I hear a rhythm
I just start to flow.