[Chorus]
Keep tryna keep it real by keepin` it raw
While half of y`all still be keepin` it flaw
And all the real heads scream FUCK HIP HOP!
Until this mediocre bullshit stops
Drug fiends let me show you the route
Who`s that motherfucker still keepin the dope in the house?
It`s Mota mouth (who?), it`s Mota mouth baby, it`s Mota mouth
[Verse 1]
Whenever I write, I put myself out of place from other cats
So it don`t sound like another brother`s rap
I smother tracks with raw shit, niggas aren`t able to bite
What I bring to the table is height
Then I easily superceed, niggas need what I got
Reason I`m hot, there`s no other raw season of pot
While most motherfuckers follow the guidelines and hit by 101
Jakki the Mota mouth decides to have fun
Not following rules, swallowing crews
Son I toss cats off the stage, often I slay their soft raps
To all you fake dictionary emcees, get off that
Half of y`all don`t understand your own rhymes and soft batch(?)
They straight at open mics, we put them out on the street
Take away their dope beat, let `em rhyme and they weak
And the mic can be a decieving device
Muffle your rhymes so they ain`t clear and concise
Have niggas thinking you nice
With battle I`ll crack all your gear and all your wack raps
You can`t be saved by your babbling or your backpack
Doing it for the love is great but you fake
And putting your shit out is a mistake nobody wants to make
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Hate when I go to open mics and I see everybody clapping
For some clown they don`t understand
Yet everybody acting like he dope because they believe he`s hip-hop
Y`all convincing me that most of y`all are brainwashed
Dug(?) in old hip-hop history
Some cats are crap without their tracks `cause they weak
I wish a nigga would say he listen to me for the beats
Some got the nerve to say they dope when they spit
When even they family got a tape and they won`t open the shit
I got a big mouth and I ain`t scared to use it
One person`s keystyle(?) allows everyone to abuse it
So what the fuck is your definition of underground?
Depressing beats and bleak cats who love the sound
Well I ain`t part of that, I`m tired of rapper`s garbage
I`m the part of the underground who only feels the raw shit
And I can take a nigga out regardless
You can bring your hardest artists and I`ll make `em heartless
Some say they lyrically this, or lyrically that
Throwing lyrical in every rap and they lyrically wack
And many cats rhyme over tracks nobody fiends(?) for
Don`t fuck around with me, if you can only fuck with keyboards
Just `cause lazy niggas use recognisable material
Don`t mean the dope samples are not original
`Cause a producer with skill can lace tracks
Keyboard beats aren`t that original, lets face facts
That shit was overused in the G-funk era
Don`t give me that excuse, real emcees want better
You rhyme over enough shit, most get away with murder
Like kids who think they words rhyme `cause they the suffix
Must bitch niggas be fragile with facts
You bragging `bout who you battled, but who you battled was crap
What you angry for, and acting all tense
If you innocent be cool, only the guilty`s catching offense
[Chorus]
