Kool DJ E.Q. - I Hate Hip Hop lyrics

* numerous intro chatter for 20 seconds - hard to transcribe * Hip-hop nowadays seems different to me Everybody's bustin a shot or flippin a ki Is it real? (Hell yeah) Well it isn't to me It seems a lot of these wack rappers are livin for free With their talk-about name tags, designer frames and bags Peruvian coke connects that they never had, huh Dressed up videos co-starring De Niro To them ghetto dwellers, you label street heroes THAT'S A SHAM! Don't get caught out there man They'll put a bullet in your temple just as quick as they can Then they'll scram, you're nothin but a stuttered out, piece of flesh In the next man's GS I guess All that tough talk on wax ain't according to many facts It was a facade you put on, when your lawyer got your contracts And the way you went down got me heated Your presence in hip hop ain't needed so beat it, uh yeah huh You ain't needed in the hip hop game You ain't doin nuttin for my brain And all you rappers really sound the same You ain't needed in the hip hop game You ain't needed in the hip hop game You ain't doin nuttin for my brain And all you rappers really sound the same Yeah yeah yeah, you's a real tough n***aro Back in '80-somethin I saw you dancin in the videos Frontin hard, for the AV squad In high school, you was just a branded fool Dressin preppy, you must've ate too much spaghetti Flash forward a decade now your last name's Guiseppi Allegedly, runnin with those crooked nose kids But when you turn your back they'll shoot a hole through your leg As you skid (AARGH!) out of control on the Grand Central You gotta call that your label would fall If you put your, toughest, hardest, realest MCs against me they'll turn up empty HAH Cos they don't know nothin bout real rap sk**s So there presence ain't needed for real so what the deal? Yeah You ain't needed in the hip hop game You ain't doin nuttin for my brain And all you rappers really sound the same You ain't needed in the hip hop game You ain't needed in the hip hop game You ain't doin nuttin for my brain And all you rappers really sound the same Hah Now this goes to the fan that really thinks the man Behind the mic is speakin truth, but yo I got proof There's about seventy precent of rappers who misrepresent (What?) Talkin about they'll put a dent (What?) in the game when they drop But don't even scratch the surface, rhymin without a purpose Makes me sick to my stomach, so you s**ers should stop It's a sign of the times, a kilo ain't got nothin to do with your rhymes A gun ain't got nothin to do with your rhymes A blunt ain't got nothin to do with your rhymes, that's why you fall behind So next time you braggin bout the dues you completed Remember your presence ain't needed, now hit the hell out of here, huh yeah You ain't needed in the hip hop game You ain't doin nuttin for my brain And all you rappers really sound the same You ain't needed in the hip hop game You ain't needed in the hip hop game You ain't doin nuttin for my brain And all you rappers really sound the same You ain't needed in the hip hop game Motherf**er * chatter to fade *