Phony Rappers

Phony rappers who do not write

Phony rappers who do not excite

Phony rappers, check it out aight

Yo I was ridin' the train and this Puerto Rican kid said simple and plain

Let's battle, it kinda took me by surprise cause

Cause the brother was moving with his eyes on the prize

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

But I got to do this shit real quick, so um

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

And I be out cause I got to see this hottie, he said okay

Now check it check it out blah, blah, blah, blah that's what he said

Then I came back and just fucked up his head

Cause ya he thought an MC who was seen on TV

Couldn't hold this shit down in New York City

Ayo, 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 has a similar situation

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

He said I wasn't shit, that I was soon to fall

I looked him up and down grabbed my crotch and said balls

Of course he tried to bring it on the battling tip

Ay you know me you know I had to come out my shit

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

Finally I banged his ass with a verbal assault

He said a rhyme about his forty five and his nickel bags of weed

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

Talkin' about I need a philly right before I get loose

Poor excuse money please I get loose off of orange juice

Preferably Minute Maid cause that's exactly what it take

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 shit 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 trash talkers

Sounding good but money can you feed the dog hawker

Talking 'bout your mic days and your break dancing

Not enhancing you sound tired

Oh shit I didn't know you like to play yourself in front your friends

Sitting there lying to no end

MC's for me make things happen

Talk about a world but in the form of rapping

Who will be the captain of this ship

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

Just because you rhyme for a couple of weeks

Doesn't mean that you've reached 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'll catch AIDS

From MC's being on my love to hard

Cause on your boulevard you better bring your body guard

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 cause

Cause I gotta keep it real, gotta keep it real yup

A Tribe Called Quest you see we never half step

So on your mark get ready, MC's be jetti

Me and Phifey being like Veronica and Betty

Archie, Jughead, snuffing MC's from Brainslane down to Hempstead

Yes Quincy over his rhyme style is older than a Chrysler Cordoba

I'm wilder than the cats from Arizona, Villanova, ah ah, Kentucky

Who's 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, um, embarrassment, this um shyness this bashfulness

If you take that out of the people

Then these people will do whatever they wanna do

And that is the very definition of America

A people who have no shame

And therefore they do whatever they want to do