'Cause swiftness and skills they are lackin'
So cash in your check 'cause it's the last one you get
But in the next year, someone new will just squoosh him
So I send them packin', they should have know not to tax in
But some find happiness while others find sorrow
Some never make any money but still they act funny
'Cause when you sell out to appeal to the masses
You whack MC's, I'll see ya later
'Cause what's here today maybe gone tomorrow
So jet to the rear and you better just follow
You whack MC's, I'll see ya later
While other suckers go broke real fast
Now, some have been successful but really
You whack MC's, I'll see ya later
You have to go back and enroll in some classes
Then listen to their rhymes when we rather take Valiums
Because they'll take a dud, talk some crud and then push him
Like they're thinkin', they're runnin'
Watchin' them collectin' themselves 'cause they're bitter seen
It's just I'm hype that the company's sellin' me
And what's here today, maybe gone tomorrow
And yo, these MC's are clearly not nearly
Here and gone in a flash, some made cash
Will never come close to the scope of my rhyme
Up to this level or should I say caliber
The tables have turn and now you ain't in effect
And smashin' all of the vocals to smithereens
Things, wearing rings and medallions
You whack MC's, I'll see ya later
The money and the fame that they're hopin' to find
