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[mowf´s grandfather]
i´ve never had any uhh..
healthy degree of respect for, rappers
because they was rappin the wrong kind of thing..
or that old bad language, foul language
i never cared for that.. bad language
i don´t care if you make ten million dollars a day
it ain´t worth it
what does it profit a man to gain the whole world
and lose his soul? nothing
rap about that

[danja mowf]
yo, just a thought but i was wondering
what if underground were to hit, would commercial be the shit?
a universal role-reversal -- imagine that
where a cipher´s too commercial and some corny rap is fat
would hammer then get props, and did ras kass sell out?
your moms pumping organized konfusion through the house?
st. ide´s was a soda and they legalized the blunts
and everybody smoked em and the president had fronts
would niggaz sportin afros and dreads and the braids
switch to jheri curls, and high-top fades?
and rappin bout the streets wasn´t cool
the underground would pump non-violence, safe sex, stay in school
so who? be real, could you choose? (nah)
when re-al-ity and commercial-ity both fuse?
but i´ve got news check it out we´re on the way (what?)
to making this happen everyday, so i say

question: do you have to be from the hood
in order, to know, how to rap good?
question: do you have to pack a tec-9
serve jail time, to learn how to rhyme?
question: do you you have to be a gang banger
or drug slanger, to be a rap singer?
question: do you have to be an alcoholic
or a drug fiend, to make green on the rap scene?

check it out, i was chillin in my crib
with my hand on the dial, bout to watch a video for a while
freestyle rules, yes indeed
the song´s about hustlers, smokin mad weed
and how many gats you can tote in your coat
and how quick you pull it, and discharge the bullet
are real o.g.´s, the real mc´s?
a brother out the pen with the pen writin sin
can you tell me then -- if you knows why the do´s always close
when i shows with my demos, suppose it´s the clothes (nah)
shoulda choose those timbo´s
or talked about some hoes in my flows (that´s how it goes)
yo it´s cool if you live that
if i can´t relate, are my rhymes less fat?
cause i´m not a hustler, a gangster, a player or a g
i´m just an mc bein me, so i ask

question: do you have to be from the hood
in order, to know, how to rap good?
question: do you have to pack a tec-9
serve jail time, to learn how to rhyme?
question: do you you have to be a gang banger
or drug slanger, to be a rap singer?
question: do you have to be an alcoholic
or a drug fiend, to make green on the rap scene?

i don´t wanna sell my soul to go gold
or pack a gat to umm, go plat-i-numm
if my pockets fat then umm, let it be from how i come
a smart intellectu-al, poet of the streets
recitin over beats, representin with the pen
i don´t pack nines, but known to carry tens
in fingers, ten funk bringers, they known to bring
funk to a punk like a trunk full of skunk, pee-eww
i see you, peek-a-boo, who
got a weaker crew, here´s a technique or two
pay-per-view nigga, for the true niggaz, not the ones
pullin triggers but the ones whose the father figures
whoa, that´s a radical idea, imagine that
but who would wanna hear
somethin in they ear positive
instead of somethin glorifyin just how triflin they live, so..

question: do you have to be from the hood
in order, to know, how to rap good?
question: do you have to pack a tec-9
serve jail time, to learn how to rhyme?
question: do you you have to be a gang banger
or drug slanger, to be a rap singer?
question: do you have to be an alcoholic
or a drug fiend, to make green on the rap scene?