Yeah, that's what I'm talking about
The homie John John up in this motherfucker
Mr. X to the Z, with a public service announcement
For all you faggot ass rappers (What's that?)
They think just because a nigga's rapping with a label behind him, it's all great
It's modern day pimps and hoes going on in this shit
Look...

Ask EPMD, rap is still out of control, 'cause hip-hop plus Glocks
Equals Scott La Rock, 2Pac, and Biggie Smalls
I figure y'all niggas brawl for lack of protocol
Now I'm gonna take matters into my own hands, like masturbation
Another 39 suicidal rappers at Heaven's Gate
Waiting to battle with Satan
Rassassination: taking heads like a decapitation (ching!)
Trapped in infatuation (really)? Back up off me
Kiss my ass, then wake up and smell the coffee
See, when you're broke and unknown, your baby mama clown you
Her family down you, don't want your own kid around you
"You ain't shit, don't do shit, ain't gone never be shit"
So its quits-two videos later, she's on your dick (Bitch)
When your albums selling, she "Don't Worry, Be Happy."
Bragging to her friends: "That's just my baby daddy!"
And sadly, niggas start acting like they shit don't stink
But wait: you getting cut like the wedding cake
The music business is straight Mafioso:
Jewish, Italiano, and Black
My BMI/ASCAP platinum plaque rap trap
Bootleg my shit to Japan and swap meets sell my same shit back
Loan sharks break legs, we break beats state to state
A record deal? That's just a loan with a fucked up interest rate

("Music please... music please")
("Why you treat me so bad? ")
("Music please... music please")
("I don't know why baby! ")
But, uh, handle your business
("Music please... music please")
("Why you treat me so bad? ")
("Music please... music please")
("Why you treat me so bad? ")

Sort of like the label is the devil
R