Real Emcee

Lyrics

If I was a regular cat Kickin  the illest of raps Would  you rock with a spitter like me And what if I wasn't no thug Talkin bout bussin slugs but more like Mos and Kweli What  if it wasn't Sean John and the Air Force Ones? But  Timbos and LRG Would you be true? To  a real emcee I remember 94 winter cold as ever Coogie under my Hobo leather Illmatic  was the shit and Ready to Die I got my first piece of ass high On Southernplaylistccaddilacefunkymusic 36 Chambers Jurassic Hip Hop Classics Army jackets and timbos was magnets for chickens When keepin it real came before all the riches This was Craig Mack, Busta, Redman, and Keith Black Moon had Enta da Stage on the Streets What's beef? East Coast and West Coast shit By 95 Source Awards niggas got rich Suge dissed Puff Pac got hit Next thing you know Who Shot Ya was my shit I loved these niggas they was role models When Hip Hop was into poppin Heineken bottles If I was a regular cat Kickin the illest of raps Would you rock with a spitter like me And what if I wasn't no thug Talkin bout bussin slugs but more like Mos and Kweli What if it wasn't Sean John and the Air Force Ones? But Timbos and LRG Would you be true? To a real emcee Lyrically I mix Q-Tip, CL, Phife, and Tragedy With beats from Diamond D to compliment me A lot of cats forgot about Show Biz and AG Kids don't know the flow that Nas and AZ Repped with Hip Hop is on the exit Then came the necklace, the Lexus, and material checklist MTV cribs and the glamour and glitz Make niggas hungry and then the hammers will spit Imagine if the Real World was about 7 thugs And cameras followed them cats around sellin drugs Tired of kids keeping these crack and gat raps But don't know the origin of gold fronts and knapsacks I was 6 when the epidemic took the streets One was crack rocks the other was Marley Marl's beats Filas, velours, Kangols, cable chains, door knockers And bangles for the brods When we were Gods (Tiff The Gift) Cause I define Hip Hop and not Moulin Can I still take the title as the female don? Cause I don't rock stilettoes but spit rhymes accapella Could you break down and learn my songs And cause I feel Lauryn and Tifa vs. of selling out my people Could you respect my hot 16? And because I'm not strippin could you take the time to listen Or would you reject a hot emcee I define Hip Hop in every aspect My lyrics leave marks like Garvey and Aztecs Without cashed checks I'm still the hottest you'll meet The hottest is me I'm what you favorite artist Tries his hardest to be The hardest emcees get no airtime I can even take it to the dirty south And say that naah rhyme And your notebook define one element Me I'm all five You can see I'm all live I only adlib my rhymes Half the times albums be hype men and cheerleaders 6 interludes with 4 songs the real leaders Such as my self with no intro I been dope since Adam and Eve conceived they kin folks Maybe if I was flashy they would pass me a deal But I rather be the dopest and brokest I keep it real………