I've never had any uhh..
 healthy degree of respect for  rappers
 because they was rappin the wrong kind of thing..
 or that old bad language  foul language
 I never cared for that.. bad language
 I don't care if you make ten million dollars a day
 It ain't worth it
 What does it profit a man to gain the whole world
 and lose his soul? Nothing
 Rap about that
 [Danja Mowf]
 Yo  just a thought but I was wondering
 What if underground were to hit, would commercial be the shit?
 A universal role-reversal -- imagine that
 Where a cipher's too commercial and some corny rap is fat
 Would Hammer then get props, and did Ras Kass sell out?
 Your moms pumping Organized Konfusion through the house?
 St. Ide's was a soda and they legalized the blunts
 and everybody smoked em and the President had fronts
 Would niggaz sportin afros and dreads and the braids
 switch to jheri curls, and high-top fades?
 And rappin bout the streets wasn't cool
 The underground would pump non-violence, safe sex, stay in school
 So who? Be real, could you choose? (nah)
 When re-al-ity and commercial-ity both fuse?
 But I've got news check it out we're on the way (what?)
 to making this happen everyday, so I say
 Question: Do you have to be from the hood
 in order, to know, how to rap good?
 Question: Do you have to pack a Tec-9
 Serve jail time, to learn how to rhyme?
 Question: Do you you have to be a gang banger
 or drug slanger, to be a rap singer?
 Question: Do you have to be an alcoholic
 or a drug fiend, to make green on the rap scene?
 Check it out, I was chillin in my crib
 With my hand on the dial, bout to watch a video for a while
 Freestyle rules, yes indeed
 The song's about hustlers, smokin mad weed
 And how many gats you can tote in your coat
 And how quick you pull it, and discharge the bullet
 Are real O.G.'s, the real MC's?
 A brother out the pen with the pen writin sin
 Can you tell me then -- if you knows why the do's always close
 when I shows with my demos, suppose it's the clothes (nah)
 Shoulda choose those Timbo's
 or talked about some hoes in my flows (that's how it goes)
 Yo it's cool if you live that
 If I can't relate, are my rhymes less fat?
 Cause I'm not a hustler, a gangster, a player or a G
 I'm just an MC bein me, so I ask
 Question: Do you have to be from the hood
 in order, to know, how to rap good?
 Question: Do you have to pack a Tec-9
 Serve jail time, to learn how to rhyme?
 Question: Do you you have to be a gang banger
 or drug slanger, to be a rap singer?
 Question: Do you have to be an alcoholic
 or a drug fiend, to make green on the rap scene?
 I don't wanna sell my soul to go gold
 or pack a gat to umm, go plat-i-numm
 If my pockets fat then umm, let it be from how I come
 A smart intellectu-al, poet of the streets
 Recitin over beats, representin with the pen
 I don't pack nines, but known to carry tens
 in fingers, ten funk bringers, they known to bring
 funk to a punk like a trunk full of skunk, PEE-EWW
 I see you, peek-a-boo, who
 got a weaker crew, here's a technique or two
 Pay-Per-View nigga, for the true niggaz, not the ones
 pullin triggers but the ones whose the father figures
 WHOA, that's a radical idea, imagine that
 But who would wanna hear
 somethin in they ear positive
 Instead of somethin glorifyin just how triflin they live, so..
 Question: Do you have to be from the hood
 in order, to know, how to rap good?
 Question: Do you have to pack a Tec-9
 Serve jail time, to learn how to rhyme?
 Question: Do you you have to be a gang banger
 or drug slanger, to be a rap singer?
 Question: Do you have to be an alcoholic
 or a drug fiend, to make green on the rap scene