[Hook:] 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