Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Ain't Having It, artist - Kool Keith. Album song Collabs Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.07.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Junkadelic
Song language: English
I Ain't Having It |
Awe yea |
We about to rip this shit up correct |
But before we do, I just want to say |
That there is a lot of wack rappers out here |
There’s a lot of happy rappers out here |
There’s a lot of over commercial rappers out here |
And me and my crew, we promise, as long as we get a chance to speak about it, |
we would |
So I’m about to turn the mic over to my man Rhythm-X |
Otherwise known as Kool Kieth |
And he’s about to get on the mother fucking mic |
And say what the fuck he hates about this business |
A yo Kieth, take it away… |
Yea, it’s been a fucking long time |
When Ultra was out fucking everybody knew me |
Calling me, calling me |
Bugging me, bugging me |
But now they don’t now |
Because I don’t have a hit out |
With all this bullshit |
This happy wack shit out |
Suckers at the party, rappers stay jealous |
Steady on my tip, while I’m hanging with the fellas |
Walking through the Bronx and with my boots stomping |
Very, very mad |
Stupid, I ain’t glad |
Rappers have the money that I should of made and had |
Watching this village bound hippy rap |
These cartoon groups with that silly rap |
Kicking those rhymes that say nothing |
Promoted I was, I knew I wasn’t |
But watch out next time |
Look for the X rhyme |
This year, Dog |
I ain’t having it |
Yo, I want all ya out there to suck my dick |
Cause I came a long way, mother fuckers |
And I want the next man to get up on the mic |
And speak what the fuck he feels like |
Rap, it’s a trade that won’t quit |
Every mother fucker want to make a hit |
Using big words, using small words |
Using no words, but that’s absurd |
But metaphor has yet to be done |
Attempted by few, but stressed by none |
Well I’m Dog and I’m here to say |
That hardcore is here to stay |
Look at all this pop rap, this happy rap, this wack ass rap |
No more selling the fuck out |
It’s time to get the mother fucking hell out |
And if I got to diss every MC |
Huh, let it be |
Why do you think every hardcore rapper doesn’t get paid |
But gets remade |
And then he got to sell the fuck out just to make money |
It ain’t funny |
There’s a certain plot to the scheme |
Killing the American dream |
We can do what we want to do |
Rap the way we want to rap |
Whether your good or wack |
But if the wack rappers got to get the mint |
While I’m struggling to pay the rent |
Fuck that shit I got to be a criminal |
I’m telling you the message is subliminal |
I’m not going out like that |
Yea, I ain’t having it |
Yea, I want all ya mother fuckers out there to kiss my ass |
Cause y’all some wack mother fuckers, ya know |
All you mother fuckers walking around, focusing on a gimmick |
Wearing polka dots, putting dye in your hair, like you got it going on |
Your shit is wack |
I’ll tell you to your face |
I want you to know that rap is for real, rap is from the street, |
rap is nothing you can take it to a market and market it as a gimmick |
Rap is nothing you can take it to arenas and sell it as a dancer |
Rap is nothing you can put it in a movie with a bunch of turtles |
Rap is some real hardcore shit and if you ain’t dealing with rap |
You ain’t dealing with the streets |
And if you ain’t dealing with the streets, you ain’t dealing with rap |
And we wanna say, fuck you. |
And I’m out of here |