Tim Dog - I Ain't Having It lyrics

[Intro- Dialogue: Tim Dog] Awe yea We about to rip this sh** up correct But before we do,I just want to say That there is a lot of wack rappers out here There's a lot of happy rappers out here There's a lot of over commercial rappers out here And me and my crew, we promise, as long as we get a chance to speak about it, we would So I'm about to turn the mic over to my man Rhythm-X Otherwise known as Kool Kieth And he's about to get on the mother f**ing mic And say what the f** he hates about this business A yo Kieth, take it away... [Verse One: Kool Kieth] Yea, it's been a f**ing long time When Ultra was out f**ing everybody knew me Calling me, calling me Bugging me, bugging me But now they don't now Because I don't have a hit out With all this bullsh** This happy wack sh** out s**ers at the party, rappers stay jealous Steady on my tip, while I'm hanging with the fellas Walking through the Bronx and with my boots stomping Very, very mad Stupid, I ain't glad Rappers have the money that I should of made and had Watching this village bound hippy rap These cartoon groups with that silly rap Kicking those rhymes that say nothing Promoted I was, I knew I wasn't But watch out next time Look for the X rhyme This year, Dog I ain't having it [Kool Kieth ad lib] Yo, I want all ya out there to s** my dick Cause I came a long way, mother f**ers And I want the next man to get up on the mic And speak what the f** he feels like [Verse Two: Tim Dog] Rap, it's a trade that won't quit Every mother f**er want to make a hit Using big words, using small words Using no words, but that's absurd But metaphor has yet to be done Attempted by few, but stressed by none Well I'm Dog and I'm here to say That hardcore is here to stay Look at all this pop rap, this happy rap, this wack a** rap No more selling the f** out It's time to get the mother f**ing hell out And if I got to diss every MC Huh, let it be Why do you think every hardcore rapper doesn't get paid But gets remade And then he got to sell the f** out just to make money It ain't funny There's a certain plot to the scheme k**ing the American dream We can do what we want to do Rap the way we want to rap Whether your good or wack But if the wack rappers got to get the mint While I'm struggling to pay the rent f** that sh** I got to be a criminal I'm telling you the message is subliminal I'm not going out like that Yea, I ain't having it [Tim Dog ad lib] Yea, I want all ya mother f**ers out there to kiss my a** Cause y'all some wack mother f**ers, ya know All you mother f**ers walking around, focusing on a gimmick Wearing polka dots, putting dye in your hair, like you got it going on Your sh** is wack I'll tell you to your face I want you to know that rap is for real, rap is from the street, rap is nothing you can take it to a market and market it as a gimmick Rap is nothing you can take it to arenas and sell it as a dancer Rap is nothing you can put it in a movie with a bunch of turtles Rap is some real hardcore sh** and if you ain't dealing with rap You ain't dealing with the streets And if you ain't dealing with the streets, you ain't dealing with rap And we wanna say, f** you. And I'm out of here