Ursula Rucker - What??? lyrics

Me and my girls were just sittin' around chillin' Or maybe we were drivin'...I don't remember But we were listening to the radio And we were talking about the state of black music today Or maybe I should say the near non-existent state of black music today And we were also discussing the responsibility of music artists Or shall I say the lack of responsibility...anyway I put this tape in, and We were listening to this track And it made me wonder... You think you can rhyme over this n***a You think you can sing over this playa What...you think you can flow over this hustler You think you can rhyme over this n***a You think you can sing over this playa What...you think you can flow over this hustler Oh yeah...I forgot to tell you the rules By rhyme I don't mean nursery Flow don't mean get your smoke on Sing means...well...n***a just sing the song No Crissy, no thongs No baby boos or baby daddys No tricks, no whips, no weight pushin' And absolutely no platinum or ice No guns, no lies about your ghetto rep And please...the term playa hater... Well I hate to tell you, but... It's played...out So now what you gonna do? Well...let me show you an example of what you could do Yo, yo, yo, yo U-love's about to kick this Don't resist this I'll take 8 bars and flip that sh** Don't get it twisted Now watch me while I rock this Naw, not the Casbah I been watchin' you And I got you Dead center In the scope of my word rifle You triflin' Your mediocrity is stiflin' It's frightening The way you mislead as you succeed It's a crime That in your rhyme You can't be both consistent, as well as, diverse In one line you fight adversity The next find you perverse and sh**ty With your verse she Reduced to a** and titty And we be Watchin' the videos...like...ho The million dollar glitz breed Is doing a Big Willie blitzkrieg On the a** and ears On the a** and ears On the a** and ears... Of...America Yeah that's what I'm talkin' about So now what you gonna do Wit' your rhyme, wit' your flow? So now what you gonna do Wit' your rhyme, wit' your flow? Well how about Talkin' about the injustices The numbers The blunders Of black males in jail Or Why not speak truth About our misguided youth Their daily dying From thugging and drug selling That leaves them yelling From behind bars Far...from the glamour you pimp Leaving scars With that dope cut You might as well be saying... f** the ma**es Long as my a** is gettin' paid Your mishandling of the mic...and music's power...is played It's time for change So what you think...you up for the challenge? You think you can rhyme over this n***a You think you can sing over this playa What...you think you can flow over this hustler You think you can rhyme over this n***a You think you can sing over this playa You think you can flow over this hustler I demand reparations From all irresponsible Fake mogul Crap musicmakers and movefakers Your bad examples could k** my children's future But we're here to supply the sutures needed To close the bleeding hole...in the soul of black music Don't misuse it or abuse it...use it To send positive not negative messages Bless the kids with dope, but, heartfelt lyrics They need to hear it You can still be hard And keep regard For your sisters, and shorties and human life See formidable minds pay the price For your microphone mistakes So it's either change...or be changed Break the chains Don't be slaves