[Verse 1]

There are too many MC's who are overrated

You ask me, they wasn't even supposed to make it

In the rap biz, they don't know what rap is

So give it up, become a actor or a actress

Or a producer, cause you fail to use the

Mic right, so take flight before I bruise ya

For sayin those bull crap wack raps on wax

You need to get smacked, sit back and rip that contract

Hey yo, I'm serious, Big L ain't playin games

I should get foul and buck wild and start sayin names

But deep down inside you know who you are

Your rhymes are not up to par, you fake superstar

And that really gets on my nerve

When a rapper gets the credit that he don't deserve

Goin platinum and don't have no soul

Some rappers are mad nice and don't even go gold

I don't like the way it's goin down

Because it should be the other way around

I don't understand it (I don't understand it)

I don't understand it (I don't understand it)

I don't understand it (I don't understand it)

How MC's take this rap game for granted



[Verse 2]

MC's - what's goin on?

I don't understand, man, how rappers cold transform

One minute you're hardcore and raw

That's what you was known for, but not no more

You changed, you rearranged

You're not the same, your raps are blame

That explain why you lost your fame

Used to be on top, then you fell like rain drops

You turned pop, now you no longer gain props

Who's fault is that? Nobody's but your own, black

Used to make fat tracks, jack, but now you're stone wack

So MC's, don't ever step out your range

Remain the same

And only change with the time

Unless you get dropped like a dime

Go for yours like I'm goin f