Benefit - The Originial lyrics

[Hook, scratched by Mr. Green] The, the original, the original The, the, the original, the original The, the original, the original The, the, the, Live from the Streets crew The, the original, the original The, the, the original, the original, underground The, the original, the original Live from the Streets crew [Verse One: Benefit] My rhymes wake them up, they're snoring, ignoring yours Yours are as boring as four in the morning chores I'm more into going touring, exploring the foreign shores Spit thunder; performing in pouring storms Original, never conforming to boring norms Got a cheap Mic and recorded in Florida dorms They loved me, I was supported before the swarms Of garbage emcees, distorting the art form Underground; under the floor in the corridors The undeniable Rap Lord of the orators I was sort of broke, too poor to afford a Porsche Pulling up slamming the doors of a Ford Explorers Buying backwoods that we'd score at the corner stores Rest In Peace rapper, I'm pouring a quart of Coors On the floors outside of the doors of the Source Awards On the front lines, I spit a chorus before the war Rapper, you're rapping like your cli*oris is sort of sore You're sounding like you need some sort of Thesaurus or A Dictionary, your vocabulary sure is poor Study my old raps and learn metaphors galore I'm the raw truth, the Universe will endorse I'm tapped in to the source of enormous force Hip Hop was dead, they reported a dormant corpse But Benefit lives, you were misinformed of course [Hook] [Verse Two: Mr. Green] My name is Aaron and I'm sorta the man I travel the world to rock it with the portable cam I hit the streets, then I start recording a jam Its sorta like I got the city in the palm of my hand With the 5D, let you see the world the way my eyes see Lively, with my friend Sam standing behind me Reminding me about the type of vision that he's trying to see To accurately document the underground economy I like to f** around and hang in the streets Then go home and try to make the bangingest beats I used to dreaming about rhyming, kicking slang in my sleep Make it happen with the rapping while you counting out sheep And we living in the black and white world, I keep it greyer The beat purveyor, I smoke {weed} before I meet the mayor But that's life, whatever will be Probably make me stronger, only if it doesn't k** me [Hook]