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Yo, yo, yo, yo, Pharoahe Right, right Brother, why don't you explain How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game? Yo, I got a question, in hip-hop who they followin'? (Uhh) The niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin'? Them niggaz that be hollerin' is substitute, modelin' Niggaz with skills always and forever keeps a followin' Swallowin' pride Never we be imperialistic Who rips shit without bein' materialistic Statistics show Ask miss, she know Just 'cause the niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow Right Just 'cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow What? Nigga, you can consider it the bomb if I spit on it, get on it Ride for a little bit, feel how your inner get From internet, intellect, vibes that I'm sendin' it Now your soul bubblin' brown sugar so you'll remember it Legitimate, imminent, crash course for illiterate From August to September, Prince is heavenly given it From center split, train of thoughts that's mad booty 'Cause you twisted and rudey don't mean everything's Groovy when you hear it, the world's gonna feel it before I say it Now some pop some shit, but the labels get the big G's from sales (Whoo) Nobody sayin' shit it just smells Here's some Southside Saturday love like Shamelle's My syndicate is tight, quite right for these times Contradictin' all the hype, the berry-more-black shines All mine, fine wines to dine rhymes For forty projects, keepin' it naughty like Treach Ahh, yo, Prince Yes, sir My brother, why don't you explain How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game? Yo, I got a question, in hip-hop who they followin'? (Right) The niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin'? Them niggaz that be hollerin' be substitute, modelin' The niggaz with the skills forever keeps a followin' Swallowin' pride Never we be imperialistic Who rips shit without bein' materialistic Statistics show Ask Duke, he knows 'Cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow Hah 'Cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow Please, man, I done burned some of the most fattest MC's Like chromium percolinate, it's not even tangible for them To understand the holy weight, it takes soul to make a crowd animated Prince stated, hey, wait 'til we get off that label And I waited twelve months for the perfect opportunity (Twelve months) To thump, bump somethin' loved by my community (Thump, bump, c'mon) I'm movin' on all you punk, Bambino bastards Your style's depleted like muscles without amino acids I blast kids with mass times matter Forever clingin' to endeavors defined, clever words Thus waiting never, frustrating verbs to rip My rap ratings eradicate (Eradicate shit) For me to take rhythms and mate 'em with rhymes in mating season Creating shit never before made it I'm makin' hybrids, created potent enough to open eyelids And leave pupils dilated, stress is alleviated Now it's easier plus economically feasible For me to leave rap listeners queasy and inebriated We made it, we came, dedicated, we rated supreme Even with or without the cream Yo, yo, Pharoahe Yes, sit Brother, why don't you explain How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game? Nah, I got a question, in hip-hop who they followin'? (Uhh) The niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin'? The niggaz that be hollerin' is substitute, modelin' Niggaz with skills always and forever keeps a followin' Swallowin' pride Never we be imperialistic Who rips shit without bein' materialistic Statistics show Ask miss, she know Just 'cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow That's right Just 'cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow