Lyrics Questions - Organized Konfusion

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Yo, yo, yo, yo Pharoahe
Right, right
Brother why don’t you explain
How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?
Yo, I got a question — in hip-hop, who they followin?
(Uhh)
The niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin?
Them niggaz that be hollerin is substitute, modelin
niggaz with skills always and forever keeps a followin
Swallowin pride
Never we be imperialistic
Who rips shit, without bein materialistic
Statistics show
Ask miss she know
Just cause the niggaz got dough don’t mean they got that flow
Riiiight
Just cause them niggaz got dough don’t mean they got that flow
What?!
Nigga you can consider it the bomb if I spit on it, get on it Ride for a little bit, feel how your inner get
From internet, intellect, vibes that I’m sendin it Now your soul bubblin brown sugar so you’ll remember it Legitimate, imminent, crash course for illiterate
From August to September, Prince is heavenly given it From center split, train of thoughts that’s mad booty
Cause you twisted and rudey don’t mean everything’s
GROOVY when you hear it, the world’s gonna feel it before I say it Now some pop some shit, but the labels get the big G’s from sales
(Whooo!) Nobody sayin shit it just smells
Here’s some Southside Saturday love like Shamelle’s
My syndicate is tight, quite right for these times
Contradictin all the hype, the berry-more-black shines
ALL MINE, fine wines to dine rhymes
for forty projects, keepin it Naughty like Treach
Ahhhhhhhh YO PRINCE
Yes sir
My brother why don’t you explain
How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?
Yo, I got a question — in hip-hop, who they followin?
(Right)
The niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin?
Them niggaz that be hollerin be substitute, modelin
The niggaz with the skills forever keeps a followin
Swallowin pride
Never we be imperialistic
Who rips shit, without bein materialistic
Statistics show
Ask Duke, he knows
Cause them niggaz got dough don’t mean they got that flow
Hahhhh
Cause them niggaz got dough don’t mean they got that flow
Pleeease man
I done burned some of the most fattest MC’s like chromium percolinate
It’s not even tangible for them to understand the holy weight
It takes soul to make a crowd animated
Prince stated, hey wait 'til we get off that label
and I waited twelve months (twelve months) for the perfect opportunity
To thump (thump) bump (bump) somethin loved by my community (c'mon)
I’m movin on all you punk Bambino bastards
Your style’s depleted like muscles without amino acids
I blast kids with mass times matter
Forever clingin to endeavors defined, clever words
thus waiting never, frustrating verbs to rip
My rap ratings erradicate (erradicate shit)
For me to take rhythms and mate 'em with rhymes in mating season
Creating shit never before made it
I’m makin hybrids, created potent enough to open eyelids
and leave pupils dilated, stress is alleviated
Now it’s easier, plus economically feasible
for me to leave rap listeners queasy and inebriated
We made it we came, dedicated we rated supreme
Even with or without the cream
Yo, yo Pharoahe
Yes sit
Brother why don’t you explain
How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?
Nahhh I got a question — in hip-hop, who they followin?
(Uhh)
The niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin?
The niggaz that be hollerin is substitute, modelin
Niggaz with skills always and forever keeps a followin
Swallowin pride
Never we be imperialistic
Who rips shit, without bein materialistic
Statistics show
Ask miss she know
Just cause them niggaz got dough don’t mean they got that flow
That’s right
Just cause them niggaz got dough don’t mean they got that flow