[Intro: The Reverend William Burk] Yeah, yeah Ah, ah Yo, yo, yo
[The Reverend William Burk] All these phony rappers engaged in rhyme bouts Stand out like a white broad in a black muslim's house Support (?) in their mouth, eatin' swine Dude on the couch should be down for the count If he ever battle me, no doubt The crowd never shouts when you rhyme, they only check for the time And sit there starin' at you, quiet as mimes You wonderin' why they so silent, nobody's clappin' Nobody's cheerin', nobody's likin' your rappin' The reason why is because I ripped it before you Now they're loyal to me and treatin' me like royalty Do we have to make that clown from Apollo Chase you of the stage just to make you go? You're movin' to slow Good try though, hope you learned something B U from these events R K's never frontin' I keep it movin' better than the average human With these lyrics I be usin' and the shows that I be doin' Although I'm losin' my mind from all these MC's abusin' rhymes Usin' the same lines, bitin' should be a crime You should do time for not bein' original Bein' a criminal, certain individuals are pitiful I'm not gonna say any names 'cause that causes drama *Cough* Get it, drama Tupac is probably turnin' over in his grave Thinkin' to himself \"Damn, what's goin' on these days!\" Actually it's kinda funny How every other video I see on BET is cash money Not these guys again, talkin' bout the ice again Is that all you write with pens I'm just gettin' tired of hearin' the same content Ninety percent of it's ritualized nonsense Battle me to see a real MC in action I dare you, I bet you I stop all your braggin'
[Chorus: The Reverend William Burk] There's lots of MC's who claim that they thugs Claim they got guns, but actually they don't There's a lot of MC's who claim they got loot Claim that they'll shoot, but actually they won't There's a lot of MC's who claim that they hard But the truth is, they got nothin' on the God There's a lot of MC's who claim that they hot Claim that they the bomb, but actually they not
[The Reverend William Burk] There's no limit to my +Def Jams+ I'm so loud that the crowd had to cover their ears with both hands It's every man for himself, nobody's gonna help They're tryin' to get to the top alone, noone else So what am I supposed to do to get up in this industry? Pick the lock on the back door and break into it? I don't think that's a good idea, 'cause if I do that I might get mad and once I'm inside I'll take a hostage And threaten to shoot him because his lyrics are garbage Unless the crowd boos him and then you all acknowledge I've got more vocabulary than your school library Very revolutionary, military, visionary I murder lames like Orenthal James Did Nicole and Ron Goldman and claim I was framed Then get Johnnie Coch' as my lawyer (?) to the jury \"You see this man who stands before ye? He didn't murder all them MC's on purpose He did it because the music business is a circus\" What really gets on my nerves is all these worthless MC's who spit garbage for verses You cats are doing the culture a disservice I wouldn't care if I did put y'all in hearses Then there'd be more room for the conscious MC's Then there'd be more room for the revolutionaries Who hate fake rappers and X-Men like Halle Berry This is for the brothers never holdin' back on commentary We hold it down from the first to the last word In every sentence, and we takin' out the trash Ye heard?
[Outro: The Reverend William Burk] But they not Uh uh B U, R K All day