Big L - I Don't Understand It (Demo Version) lyrics

[Big L] There are too many MCs who are overrated You ask me, they wasn't even supposed to make it In the rap biz, they don't know what rap is So give it up, become an actor or a actress Or a producer, ‘cause you fail to use the Microphone right, so take flight before I bruise ya For sayin' them bull crap whack raps on wax You need to get smacked, sit back and rip that contract I'm serious as cancer, I'm not playin' games I should get foul and buckwild and start sayin' names But deep down inside You know who you are Your rhymes are not up to par, you fake superstar And that really gets on my nerve When a rapper gets the credit that he don't deserve Goin' platinum and don't have no soul Some rappers are mad nice and don't even go gold I don't like the way it's goin' down Because it should be the other way around I don't understand it MCs, what's goin on? I can't understand, man, how rappers col' transform One minute you're hardcore and raw And that's what you was known for, but not No more You changed and rearranged You're not the same, your raps are plain And that explains why you lost your fame Used to be on top, but you fell like rain drops You turned pop, now you no longer gain props Who fault is that? Nobody's but your own, black Used to make dope tracks, jack, but now you're stone whack So MCs, don't ever step out your range Remain the same and only change with the time Unless you get dropped like a dime Yo, go for yours like I'm goin for mine But if you're rough, stay rough, if you're dapper, stay dapper And never try To look or even sound like another rapper Just fulfill your own needs Some rappers wore gold chains but now they're wearin' beads? I don't understand it On the lyrical side, this is how it should be done I'm not the one, my raps are stronger than rum But some, MCs grab the mic and sound dumb Plus slum, how come? Rap sk**s, they have none And I wonder how the hell they get record sales They raps are stale and frail And forced like fairy tales Your technique and everything you speak is weak Got a little airplay because of your beats Your fame and your name, but your lyrics are lame, jack Step to this and get ran over like train tracks Your raps are poor and whack and you went on tour with that Crap, don't understand it, ‘cause rhyme sk**s you lack I got more soul than Nike Airs, givin' MCs nightmares Rappers be frontin' hard and rhymes they don't write theirs But they still call themselves MCs? Please, how could that be? I don't understand it