Ya'll in the stands dissin', kickin' dirt and missin'
My heavenly flows put MC's in hell's kitchen, ugh
Ya'll hate, I retaliate, just by being great
Player haters been hatin on my playin for years
Now they seeing they worst fears as I bathe in cheers
When I released my first single back in like '86
People was like oh you know that's popcorn and you know they weak
You know then I mess around I go world trade on them
Bangin out them multi-plats they still got negativity to bring
My thing is you can't say nothing nice don't say nothing
Jealousy swinging on me made his attack
(He soft he wack man that ain't real rap)
You believe that
It hurt me at first but it's cool
Took the insults fed em to my ego used it for fuel
I can take twelve rappers and put em in line
Then twelve emcees that think they can rhyme
Then twelve more brothers that still ain't signed
Then, don't do nuthin, just watch em decline
Gangsta hardcore menace to society
Rap's all the same my pen spits variety
people said that I couldn’t rap
ha ha ha well you can stop that
coz I’m a rapper and a half
and in the past I chose to make people laugh
and I was criticized for that
some called me soft, some called me wack
I gotta admit y’all I felt bad
(Who’d ya call)
so as usual I called my Dad
He’s sort of a fifty-one year old Casanova
He said son, "Yo, come on over."
He sat me down and he told me this
Son when your all that, you’re gonna get dissed