| Yeah, one-two, what? |
| What?
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| Grab any tape that you think is hard
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| Put it in your tape deck and press record
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| Get this — what’s a real hip-hop emcee?
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| Is it MTV? |
| Is it BET?
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| Is it five M-I-C's so the people can see?
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| I mean, how you think you free when you act like property?
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| Tell me, how can you judge an MC when he’s rockin
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| I mean, rockin it live, not pickin his cotton
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| I mean, adjustin his clothes I mean, how do you know
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| Before you come to the show, and you’re not gettin cheated
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| That you’re not gettin heated, that you ain’t come to the club
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| Thinkin, «Uh-uh — I must have been weeded!»
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| You got to be a educated consumer
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| Spend your money on MC’s cause these rappers’ll do ya
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| All they want is your cash, ass, glass, gas and a flick
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| When you ask for that autograph, they ass dash quick
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| Beware of the rapper, he talks like it don’t matter
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| He pulls his gat while we BUST OFF the gatler
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| He’s more of an actor, someone, into theater
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| Not an upright MC with styles who speaks clearer!
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| MC’s have no time for the bar
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| Unless we politickin a tape to some drunk A&R
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| We grab the mic and say who we are, KRS
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| And start takin it to the chest of the best
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| This is not a test or a demo
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| This is when you let go of the limo, like many can’t do
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| They may wanna amp you and chant new, record sellin
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| But movin the crowd is somethin that they can’t do!
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| You got to be mistaken, I am not your boy
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| You fake what you creatin, playin wit’cha toys
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| G’wan with all that bullshit bout you bringin noise
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| Time for somethin more than PO-PO-POI-POI
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| All of hip-hop ain’t seventeen
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| Some of us still go back to «Microphone Fiend»
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| Back when it was just MC’s and DJ’s
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| No video that come on and just replay
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| Uhhh… uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh
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| We can never stop, forever we rock, take a listen
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| The t’cha is back, cause rap’s whack when I’m missin
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| Me, I would never want the future to believe
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| That when they trust to look back on us there was no dope MC’s
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| There was, all these rappers grabbin more and more money
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| And now that I’m A&R they look more and more funny
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| They rap for platinum plaques without buildin
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| A cultural strategy worthy of our children! |