| Most of y’all all sound all the same |
| With your fancy cars and your diamond rings |
| Don’t you know it’s about to change? |
| What are you so afraid of? |
| The emcee, master of ceremonies |
| My pen be faster, how dare you phonies? |
| That temp me, run back and your cronies |
| Tell how I gently mack the tenderonies (woo) |
| The DJ, the crowd motivator (uh huh) |
| We don’t crossover we cross fades |
| Outrageous, define motion |
| Record scratchin’me calamine lotion (yeah) |
| B-Boys, highest your hands reach (uh huh) |
| Bomb it with two aerosol cans each |
| This for the future, past and the present (yeah) |
| I’m takin’this rap thing back to the essence (let's go) |
| Yo, I rip out your tonsil now you feelin’it (feeling it) |
| Hip Hop is dead, you responsible for killin’it (you) |
| I’ve been set to advance the death |
| Breath life into the game defend what’s left (yeah) |
| They remind me of you (you), minus the deal (yeah) |
| You remind me of me (me), minus the steal (yeah) |
| Every new week comes a song |
| 'Till the next one hit wonder comes along |
| Your videos on 106 and TRL (uh huh) |
| Does that mean that your shit gon’sale (uh uh) |
| Honestly, this joint probably won’t top the chart (nah) |
| 'Cause I ain’t all up in the club and I ain’t about to start (come on) |
| Radio suckers never play me It’s all good; y’all don’t pay me (uh huh) |
| Even though I wanna cash in Rather have loyalty to Jin than royalty for spins (come on) |
| Sell your soul for joints and jams (yeah) |
| 'Till you fall off and disappoint your fans |
| They’ll let you know the minute you forget ('get) |
| You in it for the check or you in it for respect (both) |
| I’m try to get both and not feel to connect (yeah) |
| With each one of y’all so my sales are direct |
| And me not try to sound all righteous (nah) |
| I know a lot of y’all gotta feel just like this (yeah yeah) |