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June 15th, 2005
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I dumb down for my audience
And double my dollars
They criticize me for it
Yet they all yell "Holla"
If skills sold
Truth be told
I'd probably be
Talib Kweli
I wanna rhyme like Common Sense
(But i did five Mil)
I ain't been rhymin like Common Sense

(Verse 1)
Truth is we make songs like Chrome Dome for the money,
So we club up our rhymes and then here comes the honey,
And we get used to her so we go back to the club for more,
Instead of the lyrical rhymes that we want to implore,
With this bling around my neck I feel like I'm someone,
But the rhymes that I gave you can't be undone,
So I dumb down for my audience to make a dolla,
So don't disrespect me when people are yellin holla,
Yea I know that I don't rhyme like common sense,
And I don't give you that same ellement of suspence,
I put the club in my raps so I can hear the money roll in,
But I can't take the shame that it puts within,
So when I run up in my crib I write the good stuff,
But I throw it away all up in a huff,
Because ya'll can't handle the way I spit my raps,
But when I pull out all the stops ya'll yell "Oh Snaps",
I rap circles around the best out in the game right now,
But When I add the lyrical factor it affects my crowd,
I wanna spit rhymes that stick,
But instead I write rhymes real quick,
Dumb them down to sell a few more,
So I guess that I'm a rhyming whore.


(Verse 2)
We try to dig deep for the raps that come within,
But instead we try the juice comin with the jin,
Yellin' Holla Back and tellin you to bend to over the front,
And have people gather round like we're doin a stunt,
But when they yell "OOOHH" I wish it was because I rhymed like kanye west,
Or talib kweli, common, you know one of the best,
But instead I do it all for the money it brings to me,
And "let's get it CRUNK" is all I decree,
When I really wanna rap about intellectual stuff,
Man I wish I didn't have to keep up with bluff,
I got my poker face on and I wanna speak the truth,
So remember that the next time I hit the booth,
I was raised in the suburbs so I can't rap about the hood,
So I wanna rap about stuff I know like I should,
The money's comin slow but it's like slow motion,
I don't wanna rap for that million dollar boat cruisin the ocean,
I just wanna bring you that mad sicca flow with my Wurrrdplai kick,
So when I get crap for rappin like this, trick you can suck my dick.


(Verse 3)
Latino Heat here to spit it like I never had the nerve to before,
When you hear me comin don't jump down and hit the floor,
I don't cap ya'll like I used to when i laid it down,
I don't need to be the king you can take your crown,
I wanna rap with that hidden meaning you don't hear with the rest,
I know I'll be the best even when you don't consider me the best,
I won't be walkin round with the bullet-proff vest,
Because I'm not a gangster like the posers out there,
Man, naw I ain't truely being fair,
They been through rough times like I don't even know,
But they definately can't flow the way I flow,
They can't put it down the way I put it down,
So take them back to the metaphorical hip-hop dog pound,
Now I'm gonna put meanings behind my raps instead of bein a thug,
I don't wanna get capped, and I definately don't wanna sell drugs,
So if the money slows up after I drop this track,
At least I know I'll have the Mad Sicca Emcees behind my back,
I'll be like Talib Kweli or Mos def back in the days of blackstarr,
Before Mos Def had to go off and try to be a movie star,
Hell, common sense and talib still know how to rhyme like whoa,
They got lyrical meanings behind their mad flows,
So just understand I ain't tryin to be fowl,
When I drop the better stuff please don't scwol,
You knew it was comin and it's well over-due,
Man, If only I could bring you to lyrical rhymes too.

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