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Rakim, EPMD, slick rick, Stetsasonic, pub Just, all of these different groups, and nobody sounded the same De la soul, everybody had a different sound Get more for your money when you fuck with Mr. porter Yeah, uh, come on I say, dope boy academy, I'm a graduate Summa Cum Laude, you niggas is average C-student, he who rooting for you is an uber fool He circles around waists, he a hula hoop Deuces to the bitches that be boo'd up and cheating You're screwed up for thinking I'm competing with a cretin Now gimme one reason to pay attention to DMs When I just sent my chick on a trip to New Zealand But pack a parachute, I'm fly as hell Check the resume for the clientele I can't lie, I might have popped a couple lady clients, hell (What?) But that ain't something her or I'll tell Some of these new niggas with these weak beats Is 30 thousand feet in the air in these cheap seats with no Wi-Fi So scared of falling off that they secretly secrete pee, no clashing See, this so tee hee that y'all still sleeping on d I'm trying to teach these pipsqueaks that I'm the answer And these fools got the cheat sheets... see, p? That's why I say fuck the world on cheap sheets The game need to change what they grinding for Beats sound the same and they can't rhyme no more Got a lotta fame, but no work to show All that glitters ain't gold Yo, I say The game need to change what they grinding for Beats sound the same and they can't rhyme no more Got a lotta fame, but no work to show All that glitters ain't gold Bro, they all hype Bro, they all hype Bro, they all hype Bro, they all hype Bro, they all hype Bro, they all hype Yo, they all hype Them niggas is aight Yo See, I have learned so much from watching, waiting Always on my hustle for greatness, greatness Now, if you just take your time, you won't miss a step, no I know that money on your mind, but don't let it cloud the pot, no Now, who's cooler? I trained champs, I'm Lou Duva You choose to spew shit through your soup coolers Man, I went from producing "infinite" tapes on consignment To helping three records go diamond, no lying P.o. the truth, oh, I am so giant But my real triumph is staying relevant without compromising who I am Like screaming how I'm a genius, and only got my head in the door, yet I'm shining They call pioneers old like they ain't never gonna hit thirty Maybe society tell them niggas that they ain't worthy Y'all disrespect the greats, I never neglect the opportunity to take out the time To tell Dre, how much I appreciate him for making me a better producer, but hey I ain't miss the chance of proof, Dilla, or 'em neither I did it while they were still breathing Y'all rather wait until the lord need'em They say that you're nobody til somebody kills you, well, I don't believe'em That's what your faith adheres to, so that's how you treat'em I rather give'em their just-do's while they're on this planet and I can still see'em At a concert or on the street, with love, I'll greet'em 'Cause streaming ain't paying, so basically, they putting all that hard work in for free Guess the price of being an artist is that you get to cheat'em The game need to change what they grinding for Beats sound the same and they can't rhyme no more Got a lotta fame, but no work to show All that glitters ain't gold Yo, I say The game need to change what they grinding for Beats sound the same and they can't rhyme no more Got a lotta fame, but no work to show All that glitters ain't gold Bro, they all hype Bro, they all hype Bro, they all hype Bro, they all hype Bro, they all hype Bro, they all hype Yo, they all hype Them niggas is aight Yo
Writer(s): Elvis L. Jr. Williams, Douglas John Ford, Jasper Lee Harris, Jamal F. Jones, Ryan Vojtesak, Jackman Thomas Harlow, William Adams, Nickie Jon Pabon, Christopher Brian Bridges, Micaiah Abdul Raheem, Roget Lutfi Chahayed, Stacy Ferguson, Jose Angel Velazquez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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