Urban Dance Squad - Album Mental Floss For The Globe - No Kid lyrics

It is all about music, how to use it - they call it songs If a rapper doesn't sing, well they call it wrong While Remington raps on, coming on strong Critics let their face grow long Face my music once, I doubt if you can You've been brainwashed too much as a public man This is no kid TV's your pet, your radio set I scan Popular music gives crap jams, you've been blinded, narrow minded You know rap is big with the crowds Nothing's behind it They just dance if they like it, so they clock it Don't be misled by my size when I rock it This is no kid Mr Top 50 bizman talking slick Don't like our kinda music so he gives us the pip Why a lie rappers only flip their lip Both sides of the globe call this music hip Still knocking on doors of pop to make discs While big men fake it with crapoid artists Discotheques' answer: ain't raps they ask for A quick jam, pay wannabees, a few plaster Just think you're a master with your ghetto blaster Pipe dreams about gold, but big men go faster But you've hyped the type of music that holds you in a grip When you pay this critics give it a miss Dissin' the circuit, you say 'why, what this is !' Cause you rock like a kid, I gotta do it right This is no kid Absorbing the words, it's absurd People go with the crowd like a herd The bits, the music, the whole words Copy the style without own effort If they are the herd, then I must be the herd man Inventing fresh jams firsthand You said it was nothing, not worth a damn Too hard, too noisy, my show a five or ten But the media men clap their hands Now you wonder, guess how we did the good hook It's the guitar, DJ, ba**, the drummer's foot Crumb up y'all, you never get these roots This is no kid