This is all about music how to use it, they call it songs
if a rapper doesn't sing, well they call it wrong
while remington raps on, coming on strong
critics let their face grow long
face my music for once - I doubt if you can
you've been brainwashed too much as a public man
This is no kid
T.V.'s your pet - your radioset, I scan
popular music gives crapjams
you've been blinded, narrowminded
you know rap is big with the crowds - nothing's behind it
they just dance if they like it, so they clock it
don't be misled by my size when I rock it
This is no kid
Mr. top-50 biznizman talking so slick
don't like our kinda music so he gives us the pip
why a lie - rappers only flip their lip
both sides of the globe call this music hip
still knocking on doors of pop - to make discs
while big men fake it with crapoid artists
discotheques' answer ain't raps - they ask for
a quick jam, pay wannabees, a few plaster
just think you're a master with your ghettoblaster
pipedreams about gold, but big men go faster
but you've hyped the type of music that holds you in a grip
when you pay this critics give it a miss
dissin' the circuit - you say 'why, what this is!'
'cos you rock like a kid
I gotta do it right
This is no kid
Absorbing the words, it's absurd
people go with the crowd like a herd
the bits, the music, the whole words
copy the style without own effort
if they are the herd, then I must be the herdman
inventing fresh jams - firsthand
you said it was nothing, not worth a damn
too hard, too noisy, my show a five or ten
but the mediamen clap their hands
now you wonder, guess how we did the good hook
it's the guitar, dj, ba**, the drummer's foot
crumb up y'all, you never get these roots
This is no kid