Chorus: (Saadiq)



Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...

Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...



Verse One:



Yo, lost generation, fast pace nation

World population confront their frustration

The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken

It's all contractual, and about money making

Pretend-to-be cats don't seem to know their limitations

Exact replication and false representation

You wanna be a man, then stand your own

To MC requires skills, I demand some shown

I let the frauds keep frontin

And roam like a celluar phone far from home

Giving crowds what they wanted

Offical hip-hop consumption, the 5th dumpin

Keepin ya party jumpin wit an original somethin

Yo, I dedicate this to the one dimension-al

No imagination, excuse for perpetration

My man came over and said