So What

Lyrics

[Verse 2: Kriminul] I write my fingers to the bone, ballpoints or fountain tips No counterfeit, push verbs and make mountains ship Plus my brain's a computer that sprouted lips, overcrowded with Sea of information, experiences that I doubt you get A chance to go through until you're dead, nobody knows you Alive unanimous, not known through the use of ProTools Approach you on some nonchalant happy-go-lucky shit Touch concepts that's immaculate I gotta spit from the heart about this music biz Don't abuse it, kids, it's just entertainment Movin' units is essential, treat it like a job Clock-out at the end of the day Don't get it twisted, live your life in disarray You gotta hit today, go for tomorrow, blow then sorrow Start to settle in back on the streets, back in mettlin' You wasn't wise enough to keep his shoes I'm not surprised at fools' Feeble attempt at street to be tried and true [Chorus: Guru] You wanna spit? Pull your rhymes out You counterfeit? We gon' find out You want a rapper, are you an actor? Just exactly what you after? You wanna spit? Pull your rhymes out You counterfeit? We gon' find out The industry ain't for kiddies So what you got a fitted hat reppin' the city [Verse 2: Guru] Things just ain't the same for the god Life has changed for the god, too many games for the god See industry cats is like faker than ever Try to force my hand, son, we takin' the cheddar Distributors frontin' on dough Don't let me make a call, we'll have 'em up in that do' I'm stuck in this, low Rap survivalist, pack the livest shit Tracks with Spinna be the flyest shit What is a man with no conviction, no commitment No dedication, no affirmation? Just hidden statements and hidden hatred Don't hold it back, my nigga, just spit it blatant I did a bid in this biz, kid Still grindin', still ridin, puffin' the liz, kid See in my eyes, I don't need a disguise Just watch for the pricks that be feedin 'em lies [Chorus: Guru] You wanna spit? Pull your rhymes out You counterfeit? We gon' find out You want a rapper, are you an actor? Just exactly what you after? You wanna spit? Pull your rhymes out You counterfeit? We gon' find out The industry ain't for kiddies So what you got a fitted hat reppin' the city [Verse 3: Kriminul] Notice my form, it ain't the norm by no means, blow steam Locomotive action, under pressure, my flow mean My face tell a thousand stories, none familiar to you We not alike, dawg, you can't relate, I'm not your usual Sicker than your average, this mic talk My people sendin' me get-well wishes cards from Hallmark You fall short of the quota needed for credible You not able to read me, dawg, i'm illegible Ahead of you like tears to come My flow tight like my deers too young And send shots that'll pierce through some Distributors that front on that dough Keep frontin', make it pop like a bottle of Mo' We do it for sho', man, I do this thing to survive So fuck that faggot-ass nigga that tried to diss me in Vibe I spit it with pride – disrespect, I don't take it in stride What I write could be a candidate for Pulitzer Prize [Chorus: Guru] You wanna spit? Pull your rhymes out You counterfeit? We gon' find out You want a rapper, are you an actor? Just exactly what you after? You wanna spit? Pull your rhymes out You counterfeit? We gon' find out The industry ain't for kiddies So what you got a fitted hat reppin' the city