[Intro: Partial Hook]
You want genuine hip hop? Commercial rappers don't have it
I got sk** because I worked for it, there's no magic
Complex lyricism? I top the limits
You gotta spit rap the right way, stop the gimmicks
[Verse One]
No doubt, still I'm raw, I gotta be, it's in my core
What'd you expect? You thought you were gonna see me gettin' soft?
I'm not mainstream so I don't got the fame and scrilla score
But instead, I got the real rhymes you're feelin' more
I got the sk**, of course, that some might k** for
Get rid of all mainstream rappers; make me happy like Gilmore
Restore hip hop to what it was before, and win the war
So we can make rap hot again, like Singapore
I bring the gore like Necro, and I'm not gonna change like a gecko
Or cheat you like Joey Greco, I stay hot like El Yucateco
All of you rappers sound the same like an echo, you get dough
But can't catch wreck though, no matter what beat or tempo
The best flow is underground, that's why real hip hop fans
Love my sound, mainstream; just dumb it down
Come around to your senses; open your eyes
You're choking on lies, every commercial rapper's a big joke in disguise
[Hook]
You want genuine hip hop? Commercial rappers don't have it
I got sk** because I worked for it, there's no magic
Never dumb down my style; keep my flow savage
While most of you modern emcee's are below average
Complex lyricism? I top the limits
You gotta spit rap the right way, stop the gimmicks
Spittin' raw, underground rap; I got the privledge
Real Hip Hop is about the substance, not the image
[Verse Two]
You think you rap sick? You should make those thoughts erase
'Cuz hearin' you're rhymes is worse then lookin' at Sarah Jessica Parker's face
It's the G-TEE, the one you idolize, I might advise
You take those stupid rhymes back and get 'em revitalized
You non-sk**ed fools make doe, but I don't care how much money you got
'Cuz if you're mainstream you got a fake flow
You're wack just admit it, you don't deserve plaques that you're gettin'
You wouldn't be dope if you was the only rapper that's spittin'
New school is fake clones, I got the great poems
And my flow stay old school like pay phones
I make every track insane, you're just wack and lame
You're straight trash like that so called 'rapper' Wayne
Best MC's to spit son? I tell it to you
Rest In Peace to Big Pun, Big L, and Guru
Dope rhymes is what needs to be written, those three should be livin'
If it wasn't for them I wouldn't even be spittin'
[Hook]
Genuine hip hop; commercial rappers don't have it
I got sk** because I worked for it, there's no magic
Never dumb down my style; keep my flow savage
While most of you modern emcee's are below average
Complex lyricism? I top the limits
You gotta spit rap the right way, stop the gimmicks
Spittin' raw, underground rap; I got the privledge
Real Hip Hop is about the substance, not the image
[Outro: G-TEE Talking]
Yeah, kid
No doubt
It's G-TEE
For real, you know the deal son
No doubt, stay true
Complex lyrics
You know I keep it real, kid
Yeah