Kool Keith - Bushman Tells It lyrics

(feat. Bushman) [Bushman:] I'ma have to take this to the motherf**in ghetto-a** summit man There's a lot of fake-a** motherf**ers Claimin they ratin sh** on motherf**in cable networks Knahmsayin man? I can't understand this sh** man I'm from where they make you SHIVER You know that place they call motherf**in Bronx River But I always kept low-key motherf**er Cause I know it's hard out there Y'knahmsayin I'd be sittin on the sidelines, up in the PJ's man And I was there when sh** was goin down With them n***az Bambaataa, and Kool Herc n***a Yo Fab 5 Freddy~! Yo these n***az really need to know what the f** is goin on man Cause when you did motherf**in, Yo! Raps You really told it like it was But these new motherf**in made brand motherf**ers That don't got no motherf**in life Just livin paycheck to paycheck And lookin for a f**in squirt-off for the night Just like them n***az be up at Suzy Rendezvous, f**in around Pullin they dick out, thinkin they can get they sh** licked Got a bunch of motherf**ers sittin around a motherf**in table Claimin they know who the best The best rappers out here in this motherf**in world Y'all n***az is straight nincompoop motherf**ers, knahmsayin? You gon' get a n***a like me and a whole bunch Of other motherf**ers out here that know the real true game To this hip-hop game yo Gon' give you that Tyson look and slap you the f** up real quick Like you sittin on benches, up in the projects n***a Hawkin and spittin, on the floor Yeah you ain't motherf**in God, thinkin you know everything Think you servin down on this motherf**in world Globally, there's all type of rap n***az out here y'knahmsayin? Who the f** you think you is To put yourself in that f**in type of category~?! To claim who's the f**in best Cause you know this ain't no motherf**in contest, motherf**er You ain't never judged n***az in Africa So what the f** is you comin out here from New York City And you don't even live in N.Y.C. Youse a n***a from another STATE Motherf**in fakin jacks motherf**er I need to slap you in the back of your motherf**in neck And give you a wedgie at the same time motherf**er You don't even go to China Now how the f** can you claim that you know who's the motherf**in best? When yo' a** is sittin in the motherf**in, BlueTube motherf**er Tryin to smile up in all n***az faces When we walk around you, smilin You don't even go to motherf**in Timbuktu And talk to those n***az up in the hills When sh** was goin down, and you be sittin around a f**in panel With all these motherf**in fat obesity motherf**ers That don't even know they front from they left Tryin to judge motherf**ers with these plaques Y'all n***az need to step the f** back Cause y'all n***az is way whack I don't even understand y'all n***az Y'all n***az is really givin rap a real, f**in look A bad motherf**in look I mean You got me so highly upset n***a, I feel like sweatin And defecatin all over your motherf**in face