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[Poetry] Yo, yo, yo, yo Pharoahe [Monch] Right, right [Poetry] Brother why don't you explain How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game? [Pharoahe Monch] Yo, I got a question - in hip-hop, who they followin? (Uhh) The niggas with skills or them niggas who be hollerin? [Prince Poetry] Them niggas that be hollerin is substitute, modelin Niggas with skills always and forever keeps a followin [Both] Swallowin pride [Monch] Never we be imperialistic [Both] Who rips shit, without bein materialistic [Monch] Statistics show [Poet] Ask miss she know [Apani] Just cause the niggas got dough don't mean they got that flow [Monch] Riiiight [Both] Just cause them niggas got dough don't mean they got that flow [Prince Poetry] What?! Nigga you can consider it the bomb if I spit on it, get on it Ride for a little bit, feel how your inner get From internet, intellect, vibes that I'm sendin it Now your soul bubblin brown sugar so you'll remember it Legitimate, imminent, crash course for illiterate From August to September, Prince is heavenly given it From center split, train of thoughts that's mad booty Cause you twisted and rudey don't mean everything's GROOVY when you hear it, the world's gonna feel it before I say it Now some pop some shit, but the labels get the big G's from sales (Whooo!) Nobody sayin shit it just smells Here's some Southside Saturday love like Shamelle's My syndicate is tight, quite right for these times Contradictin all the hype, the berry-more-black shines ALL MINE, fine wines to dine rhymes For forty projects, keepin it Naughty like Treach [Monch] Ahhhhhhhh YO PRINCE [Poetry] Yes sir [Monch] My brother why don't you explain How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game? [Prince Poetry] Yo, I got a question - in hip-hop, who they followin? (Right) The niggas with skills or them niggas who be hollerin? [Pharoahe Monch] Them niggas that be hollerin be substitute, modelin The niggas with the skills forever keeps a followin [Both] Swallowin pride [Poet] Never we be imperialistic [Both] Who rips shit, without bein materialistic [Poet] Statistics show [Monch] Ask Duke, he knows [Duke] Cause them niggas got dough don't mean they got that flow [Poet] Hahhhh [Both] Cause them niggas got dough don't mean they got that flow [Pharoahe Monch] Pleeease man I done burned some of the most fattest MC's like chromium percolinate It's not even tangible for them to understand the holy weight It takes soul to make a crowd animated Prince stated, hey wait 'til we get off that label And I waited twelve months (twelve months) for the perfect opportunity To thump (thump) bump (bump) somethin loved by my community (c'mon) I'm movin on all you punk Bambino bastards Your style's depleted like muscles without amino acids I blast kids with mass times matter Forever clingin to endeavors defined, clever words Thus waiting never, frustrating verbs to rip My rap ratings erradicate (erradicate shit) For me to take rhythms and mate 'em with rhymes in mating season Creating shit never before made it I'm makin hybrids, created potent enough to open eyelids And leave pupils dilated, stress is alleviated Now it's easier, plus economically feasible For me to leave rap listeners queasy and inebriated We made it we came, dedicated we rated supreme Even with or without the cream [Poetry] Yo, yo Pharoahe [Monch] Yes sit [Poetry] Brother why don't you explain How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game? [Pharoahe Monch] Nahhh I got a question - in hip-hop, who they followin? (Uhh) The niggas with skills or them niggas who be hollerin? [Prince Poetry] The niggas that be hollerin is substitute, modelin Niggas with skills always and forever keeps a followin [Both] Swallowin pride [Monch] Never we be imperialistic [Both] Who rips shit, without bein materialistic [Monch] Statistics show [Poet] Ask miss she know [Apani] Just cause them niggas got dough don't mean they got that flow [Both] That's right [Both] Just cause them niggas got dough don't mean they got that flow