I Don't Understand It

[verse 1]

There are too many mc's who are overrated

You ask me, they wasn't even supposed to make it

In the rap biz, they don't know what rap is

So give it up, become a actor or a actress

Or a producer, cause you fail to use the

Mic right, so take flight before I bruise ya

For sayin those bull crap wack raps on wax

You need to get smacked, sit back and rip that contract

Hey yo, I'm serious, big l ain't playin games

I should get foul and buck wild and start sayin names

But deep down inside you know who you are

Your rhymes are not up to par, you fake superstar

And that really gets on my nerve

When a rapper gets the credit that he don't deserve

Goin platinum and don't have no soul

Some rappers are mad nice and don't even go gold

I don't like the way it's goin down

Because it should be the other way around

I don't understand it (I don't understand it)

I don't understand it (I don't understand it)

I don't understand it (I don't understand it)

How mc's take this rap game for granted

[verse 2]

Mc's - what's goin on?

I don't understand, man, how rappers cold transform

One minute you're hardcore and raw

That's what you was known for, but not no more

You changed, you rearranged

You're not the same, your raps are blame

That explain why you lost your fame

Used to be on top, then you fell like rain drops

You turned pop, now you no longer gain props

Who's fault is that? nobody's but your own, black

Used to make fat tracks, jack, but now you're stone wack

So mc's, don't ever step out your range

Remain the same

And only change with the time

Unless you get dropped like a dime

Go for yours like I'm goin for mine

But if you're rough, stay rough, if you're dap, stay dapper

And never try to look or even sound like another rapper

Just fulfill your own needs

Some rappers wore gold chains, and now they're wearin beeds?

I don't understand it (I don't understand it)

I don't understand it (I don't understand it)

I don't understand it (I don't understand it)

How mc's take this rap game for granted

[verse 3]

This is how it should be done

I'm not the one, and my raps is strong like gum

But some mc's grab the mic and sound dumb

Plus slum (how come? ) rap skills they have none

And I wonder how the hell they records sell

They raps are stale and frail

They're forced like fairy tales

Your technique and everything you speak's weak

You got a little airplay because of your beats

Your fame and your name, but your lyrics are lame, black

Step to this and get ran over like train tracks

Your raps border wack, and you went on tour with that

Crap, don't understand it, cause rhyme skills you lack

I got more soul that nike airs, givin mc's nightmares

Rappers be frontin hard, and rhymes they don't write theirs

But still call themselves mc's

Please, how could that be?

I don't understand it (I don't understand it)

I don't understand it (I don't understand it)

I don't understand it (I don't understand it)

How mc's take this rap game for granted

I don't understand it