Bài hát Phony Rappers Báo Lỗi

Phony rappers who do not write

Phony rappers who do not excite

Phony rappers, check it out, aight


Verse One: Kamaal (Q-Tip)


Yo, I was riding the train

And this Puerto Rican kid said simple and plain

Let's battle

It kinda took me by surprised

Cuz the brother was moving wit his eyes on the prize

I said screw it, I ain't got nuttin to lose but um

But I got to do this shit real quick so um

Hurry up kid, bust your joints and then I'll bust mine

And I be out cuz I got to see this hottie, he said ok

Now check it, check it out, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, that's what he said

Then I came back and just fucked up his head

Cuz yo, he thought an MC who was seen on TV

Couldn't hold the shit down in New York City

Aiyyo, I showed his ass, then I went off on my task

To bless her ass Uptown, real MC's will hold it down

Yea, yea, sonny, to the beat like that

You wanna bring it to me, where you at


Verse Two: Phife Dawg


Yes, dread, I had a similiar situation

When this kid tried to tell me I didn't deserve my occupation

He said I wasn't shit that I was soon to fall

I looked him up and down, grab my crotch and said balls

Of course he tried to bring it on the battling tip

Ay, you know me, you know I had to come out my shit

Trying to lounge at the mall, meet Skef and Mr Walton

Finally I banged his ass wit the verbal assault

He said a rhyme about his .45 and his nickelbags of weed

That's when I preceeded to give him what he needed

Talking 'bout I need a Phillie right before I get loose

Poor excuse, money please, i get loose off of orange juice

Preferly Minute Maid cuz that's exactly what it takes

To write a rhyme, huh, SO SCREW your nickels and your dimes