[Verse 1]
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There are too many MC's who are overrated
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You ask me, they wasn't even supposed to make it
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In the rap biz, they don't know what rap is
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So give it up, become a actor or a actress
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Or a producer, cause you fail to use the
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Mic right, so take flight before I bruise ya
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For sayin those bull crap wack raps on wax
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You need to get smacked, sit back and rip that contract
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Hey yo, I'm serious, Big L ain't playin games
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I should get foul and buck wild and start sayin names
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But deep down inside you know who you are
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Your rhymes are not up to par, you fake superstar
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And that really gets on my nerve
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When a rapper gets the credit that he don't deserve
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Goin platinum and don't have no soul
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Some rappers are mad nice and don't even go gold
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I don't like the way it's goin down
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Because it should be the other way around
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I don't understand it (I don't understand it)
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I don't understand it (I don't understand it)
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I don't understand it (I don't understand it)
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How MC's take this rap game for granted
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[Verse 2]
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MC's - what's goin on?
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I don't understand, man, how rappers cold transform
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One minute you're hardcore and raw
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That's what you was known for, but not no more
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You changed, you rearranged
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You're not the same, your raps are blame
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That explain why you lost your fame
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Used to be on top, then you fell like rain drops
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You turned pop, now you no longer gain props
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Who's fault is that? Nobody's but your own, black
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Used to make fat tracks, jack, but now you're stone wack
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So MC's, don't ever step out your range
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Remain the same
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And only change with the time
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Unless you get dropped like a dime
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Go for yours like I'm goin for mine
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But if you're rough, stay rough, if you're dap, stay dapper
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And never try to look or even sound like another rapper
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Just fulfill your own needs
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Some rappers wore gold chains, and now they're wearin beeds?
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I don't understand it (I don't understand it)
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I don't understand it (I don't understand it)
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I don't understand it (I don't understand it)
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How MC's take this rap game for granted
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[Verse 3]
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This is how it should be done
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I'm not the one, and my raps is strong like gum
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But some MC's grab the mic and sound dumb
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Plus slum (How come?) Rap skills they have none
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And I wonder how the hell they records sell
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They raps are stale and frail
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They're forced like fairy tales
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Your technique and everything you speak's weak
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You got a little airplay because of your beats
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Your fame and your name, but your lyrics are lame, black
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Step to this and get ran over like train tracks
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Your raps border wack, and you went on tour with that
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Crap, don't understand it, cause rhyme skills you lack
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I got more soul that Nike Airs, givin MC's nightmares
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Rappers be frontin hard, and rhymes they don't write theirs
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But still call themselves MC's
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Please, how could that be?
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I don't understand it (I don't understand it)
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I don't understand it (I don't understand it)
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I don't understand it (I don't understand it)
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How MC's take this rap game for granted
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I don't understand it
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I Don't Understand It
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Big L |