[Intro: Chief Chinchilla] (J-Zone)
Yo Zone! (what?)
Why is your music so fu*kIN SOFT~??!
(What the f** you talkin-?! Get the f** outta here!)
You been makin comedy rap for 15 years
All this sh** goin on, you ain't addressin nothin serious (Alright)
It's like everything is a f**in joke to you, man
(Aight, aight I'ma talk-)
What's the matter? Don't want 'em to think you're a hater??
{"Knock it off, we don't need no more guitar-picking
sittin-around-the-shack music today"}
[J-Zone]
It took twenty years, but in that short span of time we decided
the world ain't wanna hear an angry black man rhyme!
Look, I don't mind a song about +Kool-Aid and Frozen Pizza+
+Thrift Shop+, hip-hop NEEDS records with no mean streak
We ain't all f**ed-up in the game
No jobs, school loans, gettin beat by the cops
But for every Vanilla Ice or Hammer
You had P.E. to create some type of balance
The voice of America's forgotten
Expanded to soccer moms and mall rats and bloggers
Payin high Brooklyn rent, but the cats who invented the sh**
ain't got the sk**s to get a square job and fall back
And in the midst of ALL THAT..
If you speak up on some bullsh**, they call you a hater?!
But that's my +DOODY+! (Ha ha!) Problem is
bein a hater is like havin the cooties
You gotta be a millionaire, to have an opinion
on ANY-one or ANY-thing with a bank account sittin there
50 Cent and Canibus never would've existed
if you called them a hater for goin after someone richer
Never thought I'd hate something, that I love so much
But it's on, rap got Stockholm syndrome
[Chorus]
Oh, you don't wanna say that, huh?
Aww, afraid they're gonna call you a hater? (s**a!)
Oh, you don't wanna say that, huh?
Cause to have an opinion you gotta have paper (Broke, so what?!)
Oh, you don't wanna say that, huh?
Don't wanna close your future opportunities (f**in sellout!)
Oh, you don't wanna say that, huh?
(n***a!) Burnin bridges is the cost of doin business
[Interlude: Chief Chinchilla]
You pink bu*terfly bowtie-wearin motherf**er!
You-you KNOW it's bad out here when a comedy rapper gotta make a serious record!
{"You're just like the rest of them: ignorant, scared"}
[J-Zone]
Now when you make "f** you!" money, I find it unbelievable
that rich blacks NEVER say "f** you!" to people
Jay Z don't wanna talk bad about Barney's (Huh??)
The Clippers turned their warm-ups inside out, I turned off the game!
(Aggh!!) I ain't even watch the tip-off!
(YO, WHO THE fu*k ARE Y'ALL, KRIS KROSS?!!)
Pimp Daddy Donald make you +JUMP! JUMP!+
Millionaire cowards, livin like chumps (f** outta here!)
Make ALL the money you want, you're still a n***a!
Record deals or sports contract distort facts
Then I logged on to Twitter, and see Russell Simmons
Tellin me to live without money (Get the fuc-)
Pushin high-cla** vegan lifestyle
The followers went and bought Rush Cards, but never left Hollis
Everyone thinks they're on the verge of bein stars
and don't wanna f** it up so we stopped pullin cards ("f** ya!")
Threaten black artists with irrelevance, they start to sweat
Cause they know McDonald's is next!
So they let a puppeteer stick a hand in their a**
That's why most raps says NOTHING and R&B is TRASH
Meanwhile, our legends in rap, funk, and soul died poor
While the Rolling Stones still tour!
To rap at 82 beats per minute is a fight
and most rappers won't rap about the plight of black flight
Brothers movin down south or gettin housing vouchers
to some run down ghost town a hundred miles out