Most of ya'll all sound the same

With ya fancy cars and ya diamond rings

Don't you know it's about to change?

What are you so afraid of?



The MC, master of ceremonies

My pen be faster, how dare you phonies?

That tempt me run back and tell ya cronies

How I gently mack the tenderonies (woo)

The DJ, the crowd motivator (uh huh)

We don't cross-over we cross faders

Outrageous, divine motion

Record scratchin me calamine lotion 

B-Boys high as your hands reach (uh huh)

Bombed them with two aerosol cans each

This for the future, past, and the present

I'm takin this rap thing back to the essence







I rip out your tonsil now you feelin it

Hip hop is dead, you responsible for killin' it

I've been sent to avenge the death

Breath life into the game defend what's left

They remind me of you, minus the deal (deal)

You remind me of me, minus the skill

Every new week comes a song

Til the next one hit wonder comes along

Ya video is on 106 and TRL? (uh huh)

Does that mean that your shit gon' sell? (uh uh)

Honestly this joint prolly won't top the charts (nah)

Cuz I ain't all up in the club and I ain't bout to start







Radio suckas neva play me

It's all good ya'll don't pay me

Even though I wanna cash in

Rather have loyalty to Jin

Than royalties for spins

Sell ya soul for joints and jams

Til you fall off and dissapoint ya fans

They'll let you know the minute you forget

You in it for the check or you in it for respect

I'm tryin to get both and not fail to connect

With each one of ya'll so my sales are direct

And me not tryin to sound all righteous

I know a lot of ya'll got a feel just like this