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Danja Mowf Word Of Mowf Question [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? |
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