What?

[verse one]

A lot of brothers, claimin they hard (huh? )

I grab the microphone and leave 'em scarred (scarred)

But not scarred physically (what? )

More like scarred mentally (yeah)

I correct your ego (your ego? )

I'ma show you how it go {*scratch go*}

Cause you killin me, ain't no skill in you

With my hands on you I wouldn't be feelin you

Yeah you platinum, but you wack as hell

I dubbed over your single like a maxell

You need to

* stop now, get original

Start practicin, master your flow

You might as well, turn in your mic

And start collectin dollars at the turnpike

Cause the rhymes you kick, need to be fixed

But you couldn't even fix them {*scratch in the mix*}

If you ate pebbles, your shit wouldn't rock

You one of them balloons made to go pop

You need to

* stop now, get original

Start practicin, master your flow

Stop now, get original

Whaaat?

* stop now, get original

Start practicin, master your flow

[verse two]

There is really nothin you can do

We about to hit you in your face with my kung-fu

Risky on the microphone, I am

Got the energy of (? ? ) and (? ? )

I'm about to let you know the deal on how I feel

Many people can't be real, so they gotta chase the steel

What the deal? is it really all about the bills?

What's the thrill? I'd rather have my soul fulfilled

You gotta

* stop now, get original

Start practicin, master your flow

We delegate the skills to conversating

The loss of motivation of mc's to create

Sent it in for quick hit, waitin for the break

You didn't pay your dues, so you got on rikki lake

How does it feel to be the man on top

When everything you got ain't any of your props?

You need to

* stop now, get original

Start practicin, master your flow

Stop now, get original

* stop now, get original

Start practicin, master your flow

[verse three - chali 2na]

When you think about rap in it's entirety