Trackmasters - (So Far) The Ghetto's Been Good To Me lyrics

[Hook] So far! - I've earned my respect in the streets So far! - The ghetto's been good to me So far! - I'm never gonna turn my back So far! - The true and living so I gots to kick the facts [Verse 1] Well I've come a long way, peeps check my past Crowds from the urban blocks thought I wasn't gonna last But I'm true to hip hop So I do what I gots And my a** wasn't raped to collect my props I just kick the raw deal when they drop instrumentals n***as caught up in the cypher and their rhymes sound like rentals In other words they bit Cause they ain't true to it Screamin', havin' a fit, and your rhymes ain't sh** To pick apart, they start from the beginning Sugar Hill was flavor, but in '93 that rhyme style ain't winning So stop, you're the reason rap won't be around I'm strictly next sh** For stick to strictly underground [Hook] [Verse 2] Let me kick it, flip the new style The sh** that you can get with at any moment But remember, I own it but I loan it To those who want to practice these I know you want to rap kid So come and get your rap degrees It's the school of hard knocks n***as rhyme on every block Know the streets, its got hard rocks and nuff cops Tough luck and lock up No matter what the road you wanna be in it The sky's the limit And now you're finished so why your grill looked in The streets is fair game And hip hop, you play the same If you got sk**s, then everybody gonna know your name And if you s**, then you're the only one ya get blame And if you're nice rest a**ured you're headed for fortune and fame [Hook] [Verse 3] So far there's so many styles I take it for granted Could be fatal blows to hip-hop like Christie was to Hitchco*k Straight was the way but today seems slanted No more wrecking balls to wreck shop No cuts on the table, raps enormous So I put forth the cla**ic curriculum, the burrup and the stick em Clap ya hands and a kick 'em in the Fever where it all began And finally back again And now that's all behind me So pa** me a Heine better yet make it a Becks Let me get a mic check Watch me kick the flim-flam While they stay rusty like the Tin Man Dusty was the road to gold Now we go platinum, so take that son You don't know how to act So I'm out black [Hook] [Outro]