harmonizing and clapping to fade] [Spoken outro] You know what I mean? Rap outsold crack You know, so rap....or hip-hop culture however you wanna dice it, you know what
in L.A. now everybody wanna C but them youth don't trouble we because they fall victim to what they see hey! I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my last
wanna know the real then let me tell you You're responsible for what you say Because the words you speak can truly cause dismay (So what you say) a
wardrobe is outdated Rap careers are drug related, ballplayers, we need more lawyers More housin and job created, why we waitin for it to be given? We
livin in fear The modern day Paul Revere, Just lend me your ear Cause they?re comin, in fact they?re already right here You know how much they spent in the war on drugs simply last year
Wanna hold sumthin' hold my dick, nigga [1] - We might be from a different hood But we the same nigga's (That's just the way it is) Don't be thinkin
wanna teach the young The last man who didn't listen ended up gettin' hung Not that I killed him, it's just He didn't wanna trust the words of a master
, I know some people got a image to hold But those who criticize the youth might just be gettin too old We still travellin through life, findin what's
your words The power of your voice The power of America's the freedom of choice We choose to do nothin' We lose and we sufferin' "Can it be" That it's
reality show Called "Why The Fuck These Lil niggaz Wanna Battle Me For?" Head claim that they be diggin but they'd rather be told, Who's hot, so niggaz lie about what
It's what happens when you make shit that's timeless It's what happens, each rapper's the pioneers What would it take to be a legend like Nas is? That
got three siblings Three older brothers and we trying to make a living So we hustle and we bubble And we coming up fast Ain't gon' never be the same Since
the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the tongue [Verse Three: Rubbabandz] Yo, yo, this is manslaughter, so what you wanna do Last year, you ran
what ya gave me And got a nigga goin crazy I can't read the signs, I'm blind, but a nigga know he need his nine, cause times, they ain't what they used to be
I know some people got a image to hold But those who criticize the youth might just be gettin too old We still travellin through life, findin what's right