Consequence - Phony Rappers lyrics

[Intro: Q-Tip] Phony rappers who do not write Phony rappers who do not excite Phony rappers, check it out, aight [Verse 1: Q-Tip] Yo, I was riding the train And this Puerto Rican kid said simple and plain Let's battle - it kinda took me by surprise Cuz the brother was moving wit his eyes on the prize I said screw it, I ain't got nuttin to lose but um But I got to do this sh** real quick so um Hurry up kid, bust your joints and then I'll bust mine And I be out cuz I got to see this hottie, he said ok Now check it, check it out, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, that's what he said Then I came back and just f**ed up his head Cuz yo, he thought an MC who was seen on TV Couldn't hold the sh** down in New York City Aiyyo, I showed his a**, then I went off on my task To bless her a** Uptown, real MC's will hold it down Yea, yea, sonny, to the beat like that You wanna bring it to me, where you at [Verse 2: Phife Dawg] Yes, dread, I had a similiar situation When this kid tried to tell me I didn't deserve my occupation He said I wasn't sh** that I was soon to fall I looked him up and down, grab my crotch and said balls Of course he tried to bring it on the battling tip Ay, you know me, you know I had to come out my sh** Trying to lounge at the mall, meet Skef and Mr Walton Finally I banged his a** wit the verbal a**ault He said a rhyme about his .45 and his nickelbags of weed That's when I preceeded to give him what he needed Talking 'bout I need a Phillie right before I get loose Poor excuse, money please, I get loose off of orange juice Preferly Minute Maid cuz that's exactly what it takes To write a rhyme, huh, to school your nickels and your dimes Because an MC like me be on TV Don't mean I can't hold my sh** down in NYC Phony rappers who do not write Phony rappers who do not excite Phony rappers, you know they type Phony rappers, check it [Verse 3: Phife Dawg, Consequence] It seems there's a sanitation, y'all full of thrash talker Sounding good but money can you feed the dog hawker Talking 'bout your mic days and your breakdancing Not enhancing, you sound tired Oh, sh**, I didn't know you like to play yourself in front'cha friends Sitting there, lying to no end MC's for me make things happening Talk about a world but in a form of rapping Who will be the captain of this ship If it goes down, don't you know you have to go wit it Just because you rhyme for a couple of weeks Doesn't mean that you've reach the MC's peak Let me stop sounding all bitter Ghetto child, never be a quitter But don't be a phony in the litter Take it as a letter from the better Take it from a man who used to rhyme in busted a** Jettas C: Yo, Phife, you need a condom P: Word to God, mess around I catch AIDS from MC's being on my nuts too hard C: Cuz on my blvd you better bring your bodyguard P: And what's your blvd C: LP, I represent naturally P: So don't step on the rolly if you know that you're phony Or else I bend that a** like elbow macaroni Cuz I gotta keep it real (gotta keep it real) A Tribe Called Quest, you see we never half step C: (So on your mark) get ready, MC's be jetti Me and Phifey be on ya like Veronica and Betty Archie, Jughead, snuffing Mc's From Brainslane down to Hempstead P: Yes 'Quence, see over His rhyme style is older that a Chrysler Cordoba I'm wilder then the cats from Arizona Villanova, un, un, Kentucky Whos' the next MC stepping up to try and bust me Bring him here and boy, will I ever let him have it C: And when it comes to the microphone, don't even try to grab it What? [Outro] “This feeling of embarra**ment This shyness and bashfulness… If you take that out of the people then these people will do whatever they want to do And that is the very definition of America. A people who have no shame and therefore do whatever they want to do."