[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