Eddie Ill & D.L. - The Meanin' lyrics

[Hook- Scratched] "They don't know" "The meaning of a real rap song" "It's the principle of it" "Never coming wack" "Yeah I thought so" "But ain't nothing changed" "Got to be that way" "Ready to rock" "AG so act like you know" "You can spark this" (x1) [A.G.] Catch me in Philly flowin', beats goin' cruise the ghetto Rocked my show in a jersey, blue and yellow Stash in the backseat, a** in the backseat Straight dimes can't front, sometimes it's chopped meat Let the gods eat, cause that's the way it's gotta be My mob's deep, bringing the Havoc like Prodigy My squad keep mad heat cause there's a lotta beef They wanna see me rest put three in my chest But I'm restless, see it's my turn to shine Let me bless this my debut in 89' Never exit, cause that's the way it has to be I'm talking no gimmicks, no limits like Master P My faculty, actually backing me Holding gats for me, throwing gats for me Like I blast for them Why you after them asking them about the beef with me? I get you smoked like the leaky leak And bounce in the 740, like Sammy and Gotti did Heavy Paulie There's a meaning to this like in every story But this one is over b**hes d** and territory So where my hoes at? See me laying raps for Ready Rock and I'm the dirty dancer Catch ballin' for Philly like the Answer, for me there really is no answer Watch the rest get scorched, A dash and smash emcees and step off [Hook 2- Scratched] "They don't know" "The meaning of a real rap song" "Simple and plain" "Got to be that way" "Never coming wack" "It's the principle of it" "The meaning of a real rap song" (x1) [Chief Kamachi] Wild like the style of stone cyphers and senseis Djays that let it spin say, ain't too many lyricists that they can play In this jungle I walk a warriors blood on my kente Celebrate with a dreaded belly dancer named Amenche Smoke 7 L's, ???? ash wednesday I'm half street, half spiritual, half sane, half hysterical It's the section 8 egyptian, ex-christian That's writing my own parables They like he got some kinda mind, able to break down they sonic signs And at the same time cook up some of the finest dimes If I gotta resort to that I role with n***as that bailed out under alias And never been back to court for that Kamach and AG don't ask me n***a of course it's fat Don't look for seeds just scorch the sack Don't wanna hear you heard about my record Support the wax From shell tops doin' the hell bop to corporate stacks [Hook 3- Scratched] "They don't know" "The meaning of a real rap song" (x2)