Ahhh, hear! Ahhh, hear! It's a figure of speech when some artists start to teach But when I start I teach and reach The hearts of people who really truly give a damn about music Whether that is a man or woman Book book book book book I could write a book about Wife who don't know where to teach like chalk (?) Or Tu Pac or Paris or the Rebel MC rapping stupid Just listen to me You may say that's another brother out to get money Well you're right I need money like honey But for the right thing when I rap and sing Not for jumping around the stage and showing the girls my black ding-a-ling Your image is based on your bodies Why you doing music? Is it just a hobby? These things are going on in the music industry Money, brain insane, fame fame, endlessly I can't take it no more, it's getting worse I'm getting well vexed listening to the second verse This song, you have to stop, look, and listen Hear no bullshit, see no bullshit, say no bullshit, diss 'em You think you're god's gift, you're a liar I wouldn't piss on you, if you were on fire (Repeat) You say Fusion, why you always like to cuss 'Cause I can't change the world if I miss the bus Sorry, sorry, sorry, for the flavor of the month Criss Cross, Vanilla, Markey Mark and the Funky Bunch Markey Mark, surrounded by negroes You don't need blackies to be rap heroes Just brains and put 'em to the test Not a fourth damn small and a muscle-bound chest Criss Cross, what can I say? I hope your beat matures then your beats will stay Vanilla, huh! you sometimes ponder Ice, ice, baby, now he's the one hit wonder Credit, rough without a doubt Make you jump and shout, make the idiots shut their mouth Who says people the conscious lyrics And rappers the cats and evil spirits Me, because it needs to be said The plastic music has to drop down dead MC Fusion on a hip hop mission Hear no bullshit, see no bullshit, say no bullshit, diss 'em You think you're god's gift, you're a liar I wouldn't piss on you, if you were on fire (Repeat) Pom, pom, and the conscious woman I say the woman first 'cause it's always the man Respect due 'cause I said it before That women are the same, we don't need a war Mickety Mack this, Vanilla Ice that Markey Mark this, pretending that he's black Book book book book book it in your brain For doing those lyrics you must be insane And videos taking over MTV Twenty women one man, ha ha, reality, please! Don't even give me that crap There must have been some reason why they give you heart attack Love songs come straight from your heart Not from your ass, you liquor ass Fobbing us up with that cliche crap But the cliche crap is at the top of the map Or the charts, or whatever you want call it Stop it, before me drop it Listen to the radio, watching television The words that you speak, ha, diss 'em You think you're god's gift, you're a liar I wouldn't piss on you, if you were on fire (Repeat) Just a lizard tongue telling stories Now fire in your lick-spittle mouth
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