Phony Rappers

Phony rappers, who do not write

Phony rappers, who do not excite

Phony rappers, check it out, aight

Yo, I was riding the train

And this Puerto Rican kid said simple and plain

Let's battle, it kinda took me by surprised

'Cuz the brother was moving wit' his eyes on the prize

I said screw it, I ain't got nuttin' to lose but um

But I got to do this **** real quick so um

Hurry up kid, bust your joints and then I'll bust mine

And I be out 'cuz I got to see this hottie, he said, "Okay"

Now check it, check it out, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

That's what he said

Then I came back and just ****ed up his head

'Cuz yo, he thought an MC who was seen on TV

Couldn't hold the **** down in New York City

Aiyyo, I showed his ass, then I went off on my task

To bless her ass Uptown, real MC's will hold it down

Yeah, yeah, sonny, to the beat like that

You wanna bring it to me, where you at

Yes, dread, I had a similiar situation

When this kid tried to tell me I didn't deserve my occupation

He said I wasn't **** that I was soon to fall

I looked him up and down, grab my ****** and said *****

Of course he tried to bring it on the battling tip

Ay, you know me, you know I had to come out my ****

Trying to lounge at the mall, meet Skef and Mr Walton

Finally I banged his ass wit' the verbal assault

He said a rhyme about his .45 and his nickelbags of ****

That's when I preceeded to give him what he needed

Talking 'bout I need a Phillie right before I get loose

Poor excuse, money please, i get loose off of orange juice

Preferly Minute Maid 'cuz that's exactly what it takes

To write a rhyme, huh, to school your nickels and your dimes

Because an MC like me be on TV

Don't mean I can't hold my **** down in NYC

Phony rappers, who do not write

Phony rappers, who do not excite

Phony rappers, you know they type

Phony rappers, check it

It seems there's a sanitation, y'all full of thrash talker

Sounding good but money can you feed the dog hawker

Talking 'bout your mic days and your breakdancing

Not enhancing, you sound tired

Oh, ****, I didn't know you like to play yourself in front'cha friends

Sitting there, lying to no end

MC's for me make things happening

Talk about a world but in a form of rapping

Who will be the captain of this ship

If it goes down, don't you know you have to go wit' it

Just because you rhyme for a couple of weeks

Doesn't mean that you've reach the MC's peak

Let me stop sounding all bitter

Ghetto child, never be a quitter

But don't be a phony in the litter

Take it as a letter from the better

Take it from a man who used to rhyme in busted ass jetta's

Yo, Phife, you need a condom

Word to God, mess around

I catch AIDS from MC's being on my **** too hard

'Cuz on my boulevard you better bring your bodyguard

And what's your boulevard, LP, I represent naturally

So don't step on the rolly if you know that you're phony

Or else I bend that ass like Elbow Macaroni

'Cuz I gotta keep it real

(Gotta keep it real)

A Tribe Called Quest, you see we never half step

(So on your mark)

Get ready, MC's be jetti

Me and Phifey be on ya like Veronica and Betty

Archie, Jughead, snuffing Mc's

From Brainslane down to Hempstead

Yes 'Quence, see over

His rhyme style is older that a Chrysler Cordoba

I'm wilder then the cats from Arizona

Villanova, un, un, Kentucky

Whos' the next MC stepping up to try and bust me

Bring him here and boy, will I ever let him have it

And when it comes to the microphone, don't even try to grab it

What?

This feeling of

Embarassment

[Incomprehensible]

If you take that out of the people

Then these people would do whatever they want to do

And that is weird defination of America

And people have no shame and therefore they do

Whatever they want to do