[Scratch Chorus]: "Rap, hip hop, underground, mainstream" "Non Stop Krooks, motherf**er take a look" "These rappers ain't real they just doin' impressions" "Commercial rap, hate it with a pa**ion" [C-Rayz Walz]: Stuck in the cross hairs like Christ, disturbin' The Force Havin' 9-11 thoughts while I'm swervin' a Porsche But I'm a black Johnny Walker, put this on your ride If you mainstream, I hope you gotta piss on the side For the doers who white label whiskey rhymes And think of dope hits quick like Whitney's mind Just be fine These morons swiftly sign the risky line and recoup until they 69 You can be in a group or solo gig And you still come up short like Frodo kids What's beef? It's when speech release a clip from the hammer When I spit you hear a beat rip, click on the banner Slick with the barrel apparel, if I spit on aim The flow's water travel, I can't get on planes Apartment 3F to d**h, like I'm lookin' for steel Get your Orange "Juice" Jones wig splitted and peeled And if you relate to the drama Dick, we all need a plate of some scama Kids, debate and politic with piranhas Six, slow mo slugs watch h*mo thugs on the ave track Arrested by the beast for sellin' a** crack Screamin' thug then squeezin' tampons I'm so hard I have s** with my pants on Radio play stay flagrant but ain't this foul? They gave KRS head and drank Kris style/Cristal, wow I seen you players, you haters, you fakers and rapers I use razors as faders, laser face your shape up Cause all you wanted was a plate to eat And all they wanted was your tape and your face as a place to skeet For slave ship n***as that walk to school Carry guns for my sons that taught ? Don't get your jaw wired up, tiger cub The rhymes you write on lily pads get smashed by fire trucks [Scratch Chorus]: "Rap, hip hop, underground, mainstream" "Non Stop Krooks, motherf**er take a look" "These rappers ain't real they just doin' impressions" "Commercial rap, hate it with a pa**ion"