The rap era's outta control, brother's sellin their soul
Some say there's no business like show business
Roll wit the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
But when they finish wit you (beep) flatline
Changed up they style, from jeans to suits and
'Cause you got gassed and took the wrong route
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material
I speak for the hardcore (ruff, rugged and raw)
(Kid, you're gonna be large)
I know your head is bobbin 'cause the neck knows
Who am I (E-D the Green Eyed Bandit)
Strictly underground funk, keep the crossover
Came on the scene, chillin, freakin a funky dope line
My background sing, my background sing for the crossover
AKA, a sellout, the rap definition
The Crossover
So real hardcore hip-hop continue wreck it
I'm strictly hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri
So ban the crossover, yo, who's wit me
But the rest are gettin Brand Nubian
Ship of a new type of scene
Thats when the mind switch to the pop tip
So I flex the biceps so I can push em back
What a way to go out, no clout is what the fans will shout
Get off that boy, change your mission
For a whole new relation-
(Hit Squad) yea, P, hit me
But if this the truth, please explain why is this
To go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper sold
From the US to the white cliffs of Dover
(So help me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda)
So what cha sayin) You wanna go pop goes the weasel
Rappers been around long, makin mad noise you see
I'm outta here, catch me chillin on my next tour
But you insist to piss me off black
So simple, when I rock wit the instrumental
To go platinum and clock mad green
Control my career so I can never get stranded
Pump Color Me Badd to the ah, tick tock
Let's get up, let's get down
(Yo, from what) the crossover, yea crossing you over
(To who) To pop and RandB, not the MD
And all sucker MC's duck down and get the message
Funk mode, yea, kid, that's how the Squad rolls
Thinkin about a pop record, somethin made for the station
Let them know your logo, not a black thing
Outta here, gone, peace, nice to know ya (see ya)
The Crossover
Still I haven't seen one rapper livin comfortably
Forget the black crowds, you're wack now
Another megablast, funky dope style from cross yonder
I stick to underground, keep the crossover
In a zoot suit, frontin black lookin mad foul
(Not like other rappers) frontin on they fans, the ill
No time to pick and wish on a four leaf clover
You know you should be rocking the fans wit something diezel
Trying to chill, saying "damn, it be great to sell a mill"
Come back around the block
Yea right, that's what the company kicks
