When brothers who was once real get a record deal

Their poetry and prose start switching like hoes

Those who was once skilled try to go commercial

While other imbeciles attempt to immerse you

In fictional narratives that ain't that imperative

About things they never done and ways that they'll never live

While I work hard to keep my 9 to the 5

Cause I never relied on kickin' rhymes to survive

Cause rappers start thinking about selling units

That's when they fall victim to stale influence

**** be lying, cause they too lazy

To do for theyself, relying on true shady

Scheme for wealth, and plus they got a baby

Can't even help self, their seed, or their lady

It's crazy cause the same **** chasing the dollar

Won't even consider the lifestyle of a scholar

But to escape the squalor he'll sell lala and wallabees

And open up his block's 20th beauty parlor

He's a sucker, infatuated with America

For Lucci all my children play theyself like Erica

I lyrically box brothers, who be on the box cutters

Can't even nick, when I kick the one two

And a, son it's magic, but tragic

The way you ride the Johnson

Like Bailey on the mic I'mma dust you with the daily

See a rhyme should be designed to make a brother use his mental

And force hip-hop to reach its fullest potential

So dummies come simple like Langston Hughes

I watch em kneel like Zora, and Tom like Cruise

It's OK, you ain't got to live the life of a thug

It's OK, you ain't got to rhyme about selling drugs

It's OK, you ain't got to fit a commercial niche

It's OK, you ain't got to call your sister no bitch

It's OK, you ain't got to play the role of the fool

It's OK, you can be dope and still finish school

It's OK, you ain't got to glorify what's wrong

It's OK, you ain't got to sample RnB songs

All these half-pint **** is followers

They could never measure up to a liter, they be the

Same sorry negros who try to convey

That it's all good, nah brother, it's just OK

Now on the mic like a leper I leave people petrified

Rip a rappers rep and pride, and tell him step aside

Brothers running while we rushing like Pushkin

Attack like a push pin, I push pins cross the paper

But D be dodging the dotted, making grants

But holding off at the hancock

Getting grants and building up a fan block

Of hardcore heads who gotta see their man rock

So should a sucker their step to oppose us

The crowd might stone him to death like Moses

Crew'll kick a **** smack dead in the ass crack

For trying to attack with weakass wisecracks

But me I just battle back with lyrical technique

More deadly than ass kick and letting a tech speak

The Capital, can't cap Capital's capital

So Capital gains and maintains a rapid flow

Of currency changing hands within the community

Now currently Polygram and Sony are suing me

But I passed the polygraph, these labels ain't screwing me

D ain't polygamous to polemic for politics

A sodomist's gonorrhea would burn like Sodom and Gomorrah

So we ain't a whore to companies for a quarter

Underground and independent, I'm a direct descendant

Of the first pioneer while suckers perspire fear

Hoping that they get re-signed for the next year

I stay at least a leg up on em like a pap-smear

Don't even rap near, Capital D, you best stand clear

It's OK, you ain't got to live a life a crime

It's OK, you ain't got to be a sucker to rhyme

It's OK, you ain't got to dance in your videos

It's OK, you ain't got to chill with 2 dollar hoes

It's OK, you ain't got to holler out keep it real

It's OK, you can be dope and kick what you feel

It's OK, you ain't got to wish that you was a star

It's OK, all you got to do is be who you are

It's OK, ya'll

It's OK

It's OK, you ain't got to live the life of a thug

You ain't got to rhyme about selling drugs

You ain't got to fit a commercial niche

And you ain't got to call your sister no bitch

You ain't got to play the role of the fool

You can be dope and still finish school

You ain't got to glorify what's wrong

And you ain't got to sample RnB songs