Talk about a world but in a form of rapping
Then these people would do whatever they want to do
To bless her ass Uptown, real MC's will hold it down
Who will be the captain of this ship
You wanna bring it to me, where you at
Embarassment
Phony rappers, who do not write
Yeah, yeah, sonny, to the beat like that
He said a rhyme about his .45 and his nickelbags of weed
Oh, shit, I didn't know you like to play yourself in front'cha friends
Yo, I was riding the train
(Gotta keep it real)
Hurry up kid, bust your joints and then I'll bust mine
Don't mean I can't hold my shit down in NYC
Phony rappers, check it
[Incomprehensible]
To write a rhyme, huh, to school your nickels and your dimes
Ghetto child, never be a quitter
Yes, dread, I had a similiar situation
Yes 'Quence, see over
Talking 'bout I need a Phillie right before I get loose
Archie, Jughead, snuffing Mc's
Bring him here and boy, will I ever let him have it
Let's battle, it kinda took me by surprised
Just because you rhyme for a couple of weeks
When this kid tried to tell me I didn't deserve my occupation
I said screw it, I ain't got nuttin' to lose but um
Of course he tried to bring it on the battling tip
That's when I preceeded to give him what he needed
Trying to lounge at the mall, meet Skef and Mr Walton
It seems there's a sanitation, y'all full of thrash talker
His rhyme style is older that a Chrysler Cordoba
And this Puerto Rican kid said simple and plain
If you take that out of the people
Sounding good but money can you feed the dog hawker
So don't step on the rolly if you know that you're phony
This feeling of
Phony rappers, who do not excite
I looked him up and down, grab my crotch and said balls
But don't be a phony in the litter
Then I came back and just fucked up his head
Now check it, check it out, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Whos' the next MC stepping up to try and bust me
Let me stop sounding all bitter
I'm wilder then the cats from Arizona
Preferly Minute Maid 'cuz that's exactly what it takes
Poor excuse, money please, i get loose off of orange juice
Because an MC like me be on TV
Aiyyo, I showed his ass, then I went off on my task
Talking 'bout your mic days and your breakdancing
Doesn't mean that you've reach the MC's peak
And that is weird defination of America
And people have no shame and therefore they do
'Cuz I gotta keep it real
Not enhancing, you sound tired
Phony rappers, check it out, aight
'Cuz yo, he thought an MC who was seen on TV
Finally I banged his ass wit' the verbal assault
If it goes down, don't you know you have to go wit' it
And when it comes to the microphone, don't even try to grab it
And I be out 'cuz I got to see this hottie, he said, "Okay"
(So on your mark)
Couldn't hold the shit down in New York City
MC's for me make things happening
Word to God, mess around
'Cuz the brother was moving wit' his eyes on the prize
Or else I bend that ass like Elbow Macaroni
Villanova, un, un, Kentucky
I catch AIDS from MC's being on my nuts too hard
And what's your boulevard, LP, I represent naturally
Take it as a letter from the better
A Tribe Called Quest, you see we never half step
That's what he said
What?
Phony rappers, you know they type
Ay, you know me, you know I had to come out my shit
Sitting there, lying to no end
He said I wasn't shit that I was soon to fall
'Cuz on my boulevard you better bring your bodyguard
Yo, Phife, you need a condom
Get ready, MC's be jetti
Me and Phifey be on ya like Veronica and Betty
Take it from a man who used to rhyme in busted ass jetta's
From Brainslane down to Hempstead
But I got to do this shit real quick so um
