Hip-Hop

[Verse 1: Pacewon] Yeah, raise the banner, emcees it's time for you to man up Cock ya hammers, but instead of bustin' off slugs we use grammar Rappers better dip like Juelz Santana Cause rappers nowadays are weak, they want glamour While real emcees got more gifts than Santa Chillin' like a bat inside the Wayne manor It ain't fair we get to climb the same ladder Risin' to the top, I take a look around And there I see 'em, actin' like a hooker now They think they gettin' back But what they don't know is the songs they sellin' wack If they hustle, I wish they get back to sellin' crack I wanna pack they CDs up and sell 'em back I paid 12, just give me 7 back I'll even take it back to the store and get it wrapped, yo [Hook] [Verse 2: Pacewon] Your rhymes are weak, I don't mean to insult ya But you're an embarrasment to the culture So I don't want you, representin' me You're not ready mentally, friends with the enemy But I'm the remedy, quick as a centipede My own posse like it's freakin' ten o' me I don't know why these record labels signed him If being wack was breaking the law you'd be a convict Locked up behind bars I throw on my hiking boots and climb charts All from the skills I got, I stay true to it You wanna, take hip hop and neuter it I wanna, take hip hop and tutor it Update all the rap heads new to it If I'm lonely, add my freakin' crew to it Write a jam and all my people move to it [Hook]