[Poetry] Yo, yo, yo, yo Pharoahe
[Monch] Right, right
[Poetry] Brother why don't you explain
How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?
[Pharoahe Monch]
Yo, I got a question - in hip-hop, who they followin? (Uhh)
The n***as with sk**s or them n***as who be hollerin?
[Prince Poetry]
Them n***as that be hollerin is substitute, modelin
n***as with sk**s always and forever keeps a followin
[Both] Swallowin pride
[Monch] Never we be imperialistic
[Both] Who rips sh**, without bein materialistic
[Monch] Statistics show
[Poet] Ask miss she know
[Apani] Just cause the n***as got dough don't mean they got that flow
[Monch] Riiiight
[Both] Just cause them n***as got dough don't mean they got that flow
[Prince Poetry]
What?! n***a you can consider it the bomb if I spit on it, get on it
Ride for a little bit, feel how your inner get
From internet, intellect, vibes that I'm sendin it
Now your soul bubblin brown sugar so you'll remember it
Legitimate, imminent, crash course for illiterate
From August to September, Prince is heavenly given it
From center split, train of thoughts that's mad booty
Cause you twisted and rudey don't mean everything's
GROOVY when you hear it, the world's gonna feel it before I say it
Now some pop some sh**, but the labels get the big G's from sales
(Whooo!) Nobody sayin sh** it just smells
Here's some Southside Saturday love like Shamelle's
My syndicate is tight, quite right for these times
Contradictin all the hype, the berry-more-black shines
ALL MINE, fine wines to dine rhymes
For forty projects, keepin it Naughty like Treach
[Monch] Ahhhhhhhh YO PRINCE
[Poetry] Yes sir
[Monch] My brother why don't you explain
How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?
[Prince Poetry]
Yo, I got a question - in hip-hop, who they followin? (Right)
The n***as with sk**s or them n***as who be hollerin?
[Pharoahe Monch]
Them n***as that be hollerin be substitute, modelin
The n***as with the sk**s forever keeps a followin
[Both] Swallowin pride
[Poet] Never we be imperialistic
[Both] Who rips sh**, without bein materialistic
[Poet] Statistics show
[Monch] Ask Duke, he knows
[Duke] Cause them n***as got dough don't mean they got that flow
[Poet] Hahhhh
[Both] Cause them n***as got dough don't mean they got that flow
[Pharoahe Monch]
Pleeease man
I done burned some of the most fattest MC's like chromium percolinate
It's not even tangible for them to understand the holy weight
It takes soul to make a crowd animated
Prince stated, hey wait 'til we get off that label
And I waited twelve months (twelve months) for the perfect opportunity
To thump (thump) bump (bump) somethin loved by my community (c'mon)
I'm movin on all you punk Bambino ba*tards
Your style's depleted like muscles without amino acids
I blast kids with ma** times matter
Forever clingin to endeavors defined, clever words
Thus waiting never, frustrating verbs to rip
My rap ratings erradicate (erradicate sh**)
For me to take rhythms and mate 'em with rhymes in mating season
Creating sh** never before made it
I'm makin hybrids, created potent enough to open eyelids
And leave pupils dilated, stress is alleviated
Now it's easier, plus economically feasible
For me to leave rap listeners queasy and inebriated
We made it we came, dedicated we rated supreme
Even with or without the cream
[Poetry] Yo, yo Pharoahe
[Monch] Yes sit
[Poetry] Brother why don't you explain
How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?
[Pharoahe Monch]
Nahhh I got a question - in hip-hop, who they followin? (Uhh)
The n***as with sk**s or them n***as who be hollerin?
[Prince Poetry]
The n***as that be hollerin is substitute, modelin
n***as with sk**s always and forever keeps a followin
[Both] Swallowin pride
[Monch] Never we be imperialistic
[Both] Who rips sh**, without bein materialistic
[Monch] Statistics show
[Poet] Ask miss she know
[Apani] Just cause them n***as got dough don't mean they got that flow
[Both] That's right
[Both] Just cause them n***as got dough don't mean they got that flow