Testi musica canzoni

[Verse 1]There are too many MC's who are overratedYou ask me, they wasn't even supposed to make itIn the rap biz, they don't know what rap isSo give it up, become a actor or a actressOr a producer, cause you fail to use theMic right, so take flight before I bruise yaFor sayin those bull crap wack raps on waxYou need to get smacked, sit back and rip that contractHey yo, I'm serious, Big L ain't playin gamesI should get foul and buck wild and start sayin namesBut deep down inside you know who you areYour rhymes are not up to par, you fake superstarAnd that really gets on my nerveWhen a rapper gets the credit that he don't deserveGoin platinum and don't have no soulSome rappers are mad nice and don't even go goldI don't like the way it's goin down Because it should be the other way aroundI don't understand it (I don't understand it)I don't understand it (I don't understand it)I don't understand it (I don't understand it)How MC's take this rap game for granted[Verse 2]MC's - what's goin on?I don't understand, man, how rappers cold transformOne minute you're hardcore and rawThat's what you was known for, but not no moreYou changed, you rearrangedYou're not the same, your raps are blameThat explain why you lost your fameUsed to be on top, then you fell like rain dropsYou turned pop, now you no longer gain propsWho's fault is that? Nobody's but your own, blackUsed to make fat tracks, jack, but now you're stone wackSo MC's, don't ever step out your rangeRemain the same And only change with the timeUnless you get dropped like a dimeGo for yours like I'm goin for mineBut if you're rough, stay rough, if you're dap, stay dapperAnd never try to look or even sound like another rapperJust fulfill your own needs Some rappers wore gold chains, and now they're wearin beeds?I don't understand it (I don't understand it)I don't understand it (I don't understand it)I don't understand it (I don't understand it)How MC's take this rap game for granted[Verse 3]This is how it should be doneI'm not the one, and my raps is strong like gumBut some MC's grab the mic and sound dumbPlus slum (How come?) Rap skills they have noneAnd I wonder how the hell they records sellThey raps are stale and frailThey're forced like fairy talesYour technique and everything you speak's weakYou got a little airplay because of your beatsYour fame and your name, but your lyrics are lame, blackStep to this and get ran over like train tracksYour raps border wack, and you went on tour with that Crap, don't understand it, cause rhyme skills you lackI got more soul that Nike Airs, givin MC's nightmaresRappers be frontin hard, and rhymes they don't write theirsBut still call themselves MC's Please, how could that be?I don't understand it (I don't understand it)I don't understand it (I don't understand it)I don't understand it (I don't understand it)How MC's take this rap game for grantedI don't understand itmore