[Intro]
There ain't no ro- a-ain't no more rules, my n***a
No more rules. I mean n***as'll take some cla**ic sh**
Some cla**ic hip-hop sh** and just spit over the beat like, "f** it!"
But sh**, how you think we made this sh**?
From the jumps, no f**ing rules
We took James Brown, younahmean? Flip that sh**
No f**ing rules, man, it's no f**ing rules in hip-hop
Rap, whatever the f** you wanna call it
We just making music how we feel it
Somebody gon' feel that sh** - whoever don't, f** 'em!"The real... hip-hop"
"MCing, and DJing.. from your own mind, ya know?"
"I, I guess right now we should start the show"[Hook]
Yeah, f** it, go stupid, get zooted, do koon sh**
We losin anyway, might as well go out shooting
f** it! Start gunning, getcha numbers, n***a do dumb sh**
There ain't no coming back from this, we already down by damn near hundred, see..[Nokbai BLACK]
Life done f**ed with the wrong n***a
So I'm finna turn up like a car ignition
I'll split a n***a wig like Paul Mitchell
It's the real, n***a, no false fiction
Consequences, contradiction
Everybody one big contradiction
Just make the peaceful outweigh the evil
That's rules to live by - Operaizm
See your sh**, I turn down like raw twat from a burnout
You're no match for TBO, TKO, first round
You lyrical miracle spiritual n***as can get it too
Cause we ain't hearing you neither
This is that ether, either you with us or you beneath us
Ego is big as Aretha, my pinky is up on my tea cup
Distinguished, gentleman living that leisure, life of a genius
Tortured method to my madness, falling Cannonball, Adderley on Adderall
Saxophone, acid rain forecast galore[Interlude]
And the average rapper says...
Waddup, my n***a? Yo yo, straight up lemme tell you some sh**
Yo, you started that sh** off dope, on some koon sh**, my G
Like you was actin like you was tryna talk reparations, make-that-money, n***a
Then you got that old like, super-lyrical MF DOOM, Wu-Tang, dead prez
Y'all some dead prez a** n***a, don't nobody wanna hear that sh**
What you tryna kick knowledge? f** - that, n***a
I got degrees and sh**, n***a, I chose this life, n***a
n***as is out here makin cash, n***a
Yo, swag that sh** out, you sound like you tryin too hard, my n***a
n***as, this ain't 1990! You ain't Joey Bada**, my n***a
("You know my steez")
The f**, n***a? f** you, n***a.. what?
("Let em know, do your thing y'all")
("Keep it live")
I mean yeah, we making Koon Sh!t, but we makin money, my n***a
Money my n***a
("To the beat y'all")[Hook][Sensu BLACK]
Don't nobody wanna hear that hip-hop, young n***a turn down that boombox
From Joey Budden to Joey Bad, n***as in my hood say they both a** (damn)
I used to feel like in the outcast, where I'm from, there's koon sh**
n***as wasn't even feeling that OutKast when it first came out, are you hip?
To that Wu-Tang, they say "What?", but n***as was bumping that Spice 1
And n***as was bumping that 2Pac, but Pharcyde they say "What?"
n***as in my hood ain't came from money, so they only respect what's making money
So we put on our suits and ties for money, rappers put on chains then they hang from 'em
Let an underground n***a say new slaves, it's boring, it's boring
Let the n***a Kanye say that sh**, it's scoring, it's scoring
We're whoring ourselves out for what? - That cheese
Either way you gon' live on your knees, either way you gon' live on your knees
What we do for money is ugly, is ugly, that koon sh** is stupid, I agree, I agree
Some rappers prob'ly woulda been a janitor if it wasn't for koon sh** on planet Earth
Now these coon-a** n***as is millionaires, these coon-a** n***as is millionaires"You know my steez"[Outro]
Oh oh, that's how you supposed to do it, right?
Double it? Yeah, Black to the Opera
No Soul with the De La, forget all them players
We the Rhymesayers, yeah
Let 'em know. Sometimes you gotta have fun with it, man
The mic
Y'all n***as is stupid, man! Y'all n***as is stupid!
Y'all the dumbest smart n***as I know, man!