Текст песни RJD2 f Jakki Da Mota Mouth - F.H.H.
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[Chorus]Keep tryna keep it real by keepin` it rawWhile half of y`all still be keepin` it flawAnd all the real heads scream "FUCK HIP HOP!"Until this mediocre bullshit stopsDrug fiends let me show you the routeWho`s that motherfucker still keepin the dope in the house?It`s Mota mouth (who?), it`s Mota mouth baby, it`s Mota mouth[Verse 1]Whenever I write, I put myself out of place from other catsSo it don`t sound like another brother`s rapI smother tracks with raw shit, niggas aren`t able to biteWhat I bring to the table is heightThen I easily superceed, niggas need what I gotReason I`m hot, there`s no other raw season of potWhile most motherfuckers follow the guidelines and hit by 101Jakki the Mota mouth decides to have funNot following rules, swallowing crewsSon I toss cats off the stage, often I slay their soft rapsTo all you fake dictionary emcees, get off thatHalf of y`all don`t understand your own rhymes and soft batch(?)They straight at open mics, we put them out on the streetTake away their dope beat, let `em rhyme and they weakAnd the mic can be a decieving deviceMuffle your rhymes so they ain`t clear and conciseHave niggas thinking you niceWith battle I`ll crack all your gear and all your wack rapsYou can`t be saved by your babbling or your backpackDoing it for the love is great but you fakeAnd putting your shit out is a mistake nobody wants to make[Chorus][Verse 2]Hate when I go to open mics and I see everybody clappingFor some clown they don`t understandYet everybody acting like he dope because they believe he`s hip-hopY`all convincing me that most of y`all are brainwashedDug(?) in old hip-hop historySome cats are crap without their tracks `cause they weakI wish a nigga would say he listen to me for the beatsSome got the nerve to say they dope when they spitWhen even they family got a tape and they won`t open the shitI got a big mouth and I ain`t scared to use itOne person`s keystyle(?) allows everyone to abuse itSo what the fuck is your definition of underground?Depressing beats and bleak cats who love the soundWell I ain`t part of that, I`m tired of rapper`s garbageI`m the part of the underground who only feels the raw shitAnd I can take a nigga out regardlessYou can bring your hardest artists and I`ll make `em heartlessSome say they lyrically this, or lyrically thatThrowing lyrical in every rap and they lyrically wackAnd many cats rhyme over tracks nobody fiends(?) forDon`t fuck around with me, if you can only fuck with keyboardsJust `cause lazy niggas use recognisable materialDon`t mean the dope samples are not original`Cause a producer with skill can lace tracksKeyboard beats aren`t that original, lets face factsThat shit was overused in the G-funk eraDon`t give me that excuse, real emcees want betterYou rhyme over enough shit, most get away with murderLike kids who think they words rhyme `cause they the suffixMust bitch niggas be fragile with factsYou bragging `bout who you battled, but who you battled was crapWhat you angry for, and acting all tenseIf you innocent be cool, only the guilty`s catching offense[Chorus]