Hiphop vs. Rap

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You, you can't, can't be, be rippin' the mic

The mic like do re mi, me

Measles are contagious like my lyrical pages

Rippin' and flippin' the mic

From back in the, back in the days

These days it's kinda hectic, hectic

When these suckers don't respect it, check it

Flame on, I know the light is bright

But keep on watchin' me, I'm stolen property

Kickin' the flavor to society, police be clockin' me

But logically they got to be 'cause they were taught

That serious poetry would come from Socrates

But that ain't it, in '94 I'll kick the hit

If I was in front of Shakespeare

I'd battle the punk and take his ****

I'm not havin' it

But the narrative I come to give, listen

Rap is something you do, hip-hop is something you live

The difference is, kids nowadays, they got the video

Rappers don't need skills to build, so they don't really know

Hear me, yo, I'm four times on Arsenio

Got ten videos, but does that help me flow? No

That's why when I come to the show, MCs act like they don't know

'Cause they were too young to rock up in the disco

Frisco Disco, the disc is like a Nabisco

Chocolate chip cookie, don't **** with me, rookie

I'm rockin' beats and with death-defyin' feats and

I'm never squeakin', I'm always freakin' when I'm speakin'

Inside I'm keepin' a statement for policin'

I'm down for peace-in', but not turn the other cheek-in'

So this DJ, he gets down

Mixin' records while they go

Round and round, round we go

Two years ago, a friend of mine

And Flash is gonna rock your mind

Welcome to the terror dome, the terror dome

I wonder if I take you home

E-F-F-E-C-T

A cool operator operatin' correctly

But back in the days, I knew rap would never die

Too late, baby, bye-bye

In a batty bwoy head, head, head

Insane in the membrane

Take the train, take the train

M-E-T-H-O-D Man

Hattan keeps on makin' it

Brooklyn keeps on takin' it

We keep comin' back with more and more hits

Party people

I came through the door, I said it before

Two years ago, super ho

If my train goes off the track

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, back, back

Back to the grill again, the grill again

Friends

How many MCs must get dissed

Before somebody says, "Don't **** with Kris?"

Hey, ho

Keep on movin', don't stop, no

Body beats the biz

Let's do the dance called the Pee-wee Herman

Hey, Erick Sermon

Hey, you, you, get off my cloud

Go down, baby, go down, baby

The gods must be crazy

You ain't fresh, you ain't fresh, yeah