Real Emcee
If I was a regular cat
Kickin the illest of raps
Would you rock with a spitter like me
And what if I wasn’t no thug
Talkin bout bussin slugs but more like Mos and Kweli
What if it wasn’t Sean John and the Air Force Ones?
But Timbos and LRG
Would you be true?
To a real emcee
I remember
94 winter cold as ever
Coogie under my Hobo leather
Illmatic was the shit and Ready to Die
I got my first piece of ass high
On Southernplaylistccaddilacefunkymusic
36 Chambers Jurassic
Hip Hop Classics
Army jackets and timbos was magnets for chickens
When keepin it real came before all the riches
This was Craig Mack, Busta, Redman, and Keith
Black Moon had Enta da Stage on the Streets
What’s beef? East Coast and West Coast shit
By 95 Source Awards niggas got rich
Suge dissed Puff Pac got hit
Next thing you know Who Shot Ya was my shit
I loved these niggas they was role models
When Hip Hop was into poppin Heineken bottles
If I was a regular cat
Kickin the illest of raps
Would you rock with a spitter like me
And what if I wasn’t no thug
Talkin bout bussin slugs but more like Mos and Kweli
What if it wasn’t Sean John and the Air Force Ones?
But Timbos and LRG
Would you be true?
To a real emcee
Lyrically I mix Q-Tip, CL, Phife, and Tragedy
With beats from Diamond D to compliment me
A lot of cats forgot about Show Biz and AG
Kids don’t know the flow that Nas and AZ
Repped with Hip Hop is on the exit
Then came the necklace, the Lexus, and material checklist
MTV cribs and the glamour and glitz
Make niggas hungry and then the hammers will spit
Imagine if the Real World was about 7 thugs
And cameras followed them cats around sellin drugs
Tired of kids keeping these crack and gat raps
But don’t know the origin of gold fronts and knapsacks
I was 6 when the epidemic took the streets
One was crack rocks the other was Marley Marl’s beats
Filas, velours, Kangols, cable chains, door knockers
And bangles for the brods
When we were Gods
(Tiff The Gift)
Cause I define Hip Hop and not Moulin
Can I still take the title as the female don?
Cause I don’t rock stilettoes but spit rhymes accapella
Could you break down and learn my songs
And cause I feel Lauryn and Tifa vs. of selling out my people
Could you respect my hot 16?
And because I’m not strippin could you take the time to listen
Or would you reject a hot emcee
I define Hip Hop in every aspect
My lyrics leave marks like Garvey and Aztecs
Without cashed checks
I’m still the hottest you’ll meet
The hottest is me
I’m what you favorite artist
Tries his hardest to be
The hardest emcees get no airtime
I can even take it to the dirty south
And say that naah rhyme
And your notebook define one element
Me I’m all five
You can see I’m all live
I only adlib my rhymes
Half the times albums be hype men and cheerleaders
6 interludes with 4 songs the real leaders
Such as my self with no intro
I been dope since Adam and Eve conceived they kin folks
Maybe if I was flashy they would pass me a deal
But I rather be the dopest and brokest
I keep it real………