So what's the deal man, you think real rap gon' come back or what? [Lowe] Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go I'm sayin, I like what you doin man, this is new revolution [Lowe] Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go Aight yo, dig it [Chris Lowe] Real quick, let's get intricate, deep dish With sounds that get down through the speaker so clear Crispy, y'all can't miss me Catch me from the snare, trust the funk you just gon' hear Now let's take the trip on the journey of beats Past the crates of the beloved and cheapskates that dub it This here funk was bred from the illest hip-hop head You shellshocked, watch the bells rock Trust me, the illest of the million dollar sellers won't hurt me Now that's mos def and most certainly So mi amigos with the million dollar egos Frontin played out, that shit corny like Cheetohs Act, straight up black, no fake scam make ya thick thin This nigga full blooded, nuttin mixed in (mm) Accept it, ignorant off point, you gon' catch beef I put that on the gap up in my front teeth (damn) I'm top gauge, on the next page Advice to the players, y'all save the ace of spades Chris Lowe with the routine reality check Ain't no disrespect but I'm 'bout to cut the deck What's the deal? Yo I dare somebody y'knahmsayin to just wreck the style [Lowe] Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go - what's the deal? I dare you to diss though, knahmsayin, come up with that real shit [Lowe] Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go - what's the deal? Come up with the real joints, knamsayin, come up with some real joints [Lowe] Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go - what's the deal man? Real live, y'knahmsayin? Real live [Lowe] Y'all know them funny fakes and snakes got to go [Chris Lowe] Man, things ain't the same, now don't complain, I'm just against the grain See my brain'll put that lick-a-shot shit to shame I think we need to stick to bein black So the next generation'll step up right on track (why?) We gon' need 'em, so tell the truth, man don't cheat 'em If shorties is hungry for that knowledge man then feed 'em See I'm into that (yeah) I threw that in there, thought I'd mention that (huh) Cause black knowledge is the scratch what we itchin at Observe me, I hope a lot of y'all heard me Cause every city, everywhere, niggaz is still dirty Clean up your act, baby wash your back Tell 'em soul brothers don't be really actin like that It's just the weather, I'm thinkin precisely, whatever Still lookin behind me (why?) cause some niggaz is some-timey While I'm still the same, year after year with the same name Forever steady, we'll get together when you ready What's the deal? Real rap y'knahmsayin? All the real MC's man, step up [Lowe] Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go - what's the deal? Only the real beats man, only the real heads, real MC's, real rhymes [Lowe] Y'all know them funny fakes and snakes got to go [Chris Lowe] My voice contain the downright dirty lyrics Bout to get me pissed off and just squash the whole spirit of the raider raider, the crash test dummy data Time for some change, the hip-hop influctuator I'ma keep it simple, fat grooves that get you into You gazin in space, so may the bass be wit'chu Shoulders is shruggin, A&R's is like keep buggin I'm beyond a thug, too deep to be dug I'll be damned though, if I gots to pull the scandal You lose your job, the business can't be handled (hah) Ain't no breakin my back for contracts and gettin disrespect (hell no) not for records (nah) So what's the deal? What's the deal, y'knahmsayin? You tell me [Lowe] Y'all know them funny fakes and snakes got to go - what's the deal? Shit, you tell me, what's the deal baby [Lowe] Y'all know them funny fakes and snakes got to go - what's the deal? [fades out]
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So what's the deal man, you think real rap gon' come back or what? [Lowe] Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go I'm sayin, I like what you doin man, this is new revolution [Lowe] Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go Aight yo, dig it [Chris Lowe] Real quick, let's get intricate, deep dish With sounds that get down through the speaker so clear Crispy, y'all can't miss me Catch me from the snare, trust the funk you just gon' hear Now let's take the trip on the journey of beats Past the crates of the beloved and cheapskates that dub it This here funk was bred from the illest hip-hop head You shellshocked, watch the bells rock Trust me, the illest of the million dollar sellers won't hurt me Now that's mos def and most certainly So mi amigos with the million dollar egos Frontin played out, that shit corny like Cheetohs Act, straight up black, no fake scam make ya thick thin This nigga full blooded, nuttin mixed in (mm) Accept it, ignorant off point, you gon' catch beef I put that on the gap up in my front teeth (damn) I'm top gauge, on the next page Advice to the players, y'all save the ace of spades Chris Lowe with the routine reality check Ain't no disrespect but I'm 'bout to cut the deck What's the deal? Yo I dare somebody y'knahmsayin to just wreck the style [Lowe] Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go - what's the deal? I dare you to diss though, knahmsayin, come up with that real shit [Lowe] Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go - what's the deal? Come up with the real joints, knamsayin, come up with some real joints [Lowe] Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go - what's the deal man? Real live, y'knahmsayin? Real live [Lowe] Y'all know them funny fakes and snakes got to go [Chris Lowe] Man, things ain't the same, now don't complain, I'm just against the grain See my brain'll put that lick-a-shot shit to shame I think we need to stick to bein black So the next generation'll step up right on track (why?) We gon' need 'em, so tell the truth, man don't cheat 'em If shorties is hungry for that knowledge man then feed 'em See I'm into that (yeah) I threw that in there, thought I'd mention that (huh) Cause black knowledge is the scratch what we itchin at Observe me, I hope a lot of y'all heard me Cause every city, everywhere, niggaz is still dirty Clean up your act, baby wash your back Tell 'em soul brothers don't be really actin like that It's just the weather, I'm thinkin precisely, whatever Still lookin behind me (why?) cause some niggaz is some-timey While I'm still the same, year after year with the same name Forever steady, we'll get together when you ready What's the deal? Real rap y'knahmsayin? All the real MC's man, step up [Lowe] Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go - what's the deal? Only the real beats man, only the real heads, real MC's, real rhymes [Lowe] Y'all know them funny fakes and snakes got to go [Chris Lowe] My voice contain the downright dirty lyrics Bout to get me pissed off and just squash the whole spirit of the raider raider, the crash test dummy data Time for some change, the hip-hop influctuator I'ma keep it simple, fat grooves that get you into You gazin in space, so may the bass be wit'chu Shoulders is shruggin, A&R's is like keep buggin I'm beyond a thug, too deep to be dug I'll be damned though, if I gots to pull the scandal You lose your job, the business can't be handled (hah) Ain't no breakin my back for contracts and gettin disrespect (hell no) not for records (nah) So what's the deal? What's the deal, y'knahmsayin? You tell me [Lowe] Y'all know them funny fakes and snakes got to go - what's the deal? Shit, you tell me, what's the deal baby [Lowe] Y'all know them funny fakes and snakes got to go - what's the deal? [fades out]
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