featuring Raphael Saadiq

Chorus: (Saadiq)

Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...

Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...

Verse One:

Yo, lost generation, fast pace nation

World population confront their frustration

The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken

It's all contractual, and about money making

Pretend-to-be cats don't seem to know their limitations

Exact replication and false representation

You wanna be a man, then stand your own

To MC requires skills, I demand some shown

I let the frauds keep frontin

And roam like a celluar phone far from home

Giving crowds what they wanted

Offical hip-hop consumption, the 5th dumpin

Keepin ya party jumpin wit an original somethin

Yo, I dedicate this to the one dimension-al

No imagination, excuse for perpetration

My man came over and said

"Yo we thought we heard you"

Joke's for you

We heard your bitin ass crew but uh

Chorus: Raphael Saadiq

Never do, what they do when they do what they do

(repeat 2X)

Verse Two: Black Thought

Thin is the line of between love and hatred

The game is ill-natured, it's nothing sacred

Hey yo, it's funny when i see some rap niggaz do the making

Of you would blow up or go as far as they can take it

My nine to five is just to hit ya get the party live

I'm Black Thought, used to rap for sport

Now the rhymes need life support

I take it very seriously within this industry

It's various crews that try to touch me

But I come wit the beautiful thing

And I bless the track plushly

Around the world the crowds love me