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, to school your nickels and your dimes
Because an mc like me be on tv
Don`t mean i can`t hold my shit down in nyc
Phony rappers who do not write
Phony rappers who do not excite
Phony rappers, you know they type
Phony rappers, check it
Verse three: phife, consequence
It seems there`s a sanitation, y`all full of thrash talker
Sounding good but money can you feed the dog hawker
Talking `bout your mic days and your breakdancing
Not enhancing, you sound tired
Oh, shit, i didn`t know you like to play yourself in front`cha friends
Sitting there, lying to no end
Mc`s for me make things happening
Talk about a world but in a form of rapping
Who will be the captain of this ship
If it goes down, don`t you know you have to go wit it
Just because you rhyme for a couple of weeks
Doesn`t mean that you`ve reach the mc`s peak
Let me stop sounding all bitter
Ghetto child, never be a quitter
But don`t be a phony in the litter
Take it as a letter from the better
Take it from a man who used to rhyme in busted ass jetta`s
C: yo, phife, you need a condom
P: word to god, mess around
I catch aids from mc`s being on my nuts too hard
C: cuz on my blvd you better bring your bodyguard
P: and what`s your blvd
C: lp, i represent naturally
P: so don`t step on the rolly if you know that you`re phony
Or else i bend that ass like elbow macaroni
Cuz i gotta keep it real (gotta keep it real)
A tribe called quest, you see we never half step
C: (so on your mark) get ready, mc`s be jetti
Me and phifey be on ya like veronica and betty
Archie, jughead, snuffing mc`s
From brainslane down to hempstead
P: yes `quence, see over
His rhyme style is older that a chrysler car nova
I`m wilder then the cats from arizona
Villanova, un, un, kentucky
Whos` the next mc stepping up to try and bust me
Bring him here and boy, will i ever let him have it
C: and when it comes to the microphone, don`t even try to grab it
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