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[Intro] Previously, two weeks ago, in New York City... [Nas talking] Let's get real and be creative I buy these people albums, you know what I'm saying? And they ain't talking about nothing from Cam to everybody I mean, I like Cam and everything He's a good lyricist But the album's whack, man You know what I'm saying? Y'all brothers gotta start rapping about something that's real, man You know what I'm saying? My man Nori, I love you Nori Step your rap game up, man I'm tired of... Nelly, you trying to battle KRS-One? Don't follow Nas, man You can follow Nas if you gonna be creative, man God's Son is... Yo, my next album coming out To school, a lot of rappers on how to be a man Cause these brothers got... They they they let Flex and them dictate what's supposed to be hot That's why I'm here, to let y'all know, why I'm not at Summer Jam I ain't no sucker, man Yo, I'm praying for them I'm praying for them Big up, you know, to all of them And I hope that they do well Big up to Flex Stop taking so much Kizak and his Miz out You know what I mean? Talking all that corniness Taking money under the table... and play records Dropping bombs, all corny and all of that Change the format, dude You know... I mean Flex Look at Flex, man Look at his face, man You know what I mean? Listen to his voice, man It's corny, man Everybody know this, man I don't know why you rappers be in his face acting like he's live or something, man You know why, man You know I told you, man You know what I'm saying? You understand? All these dudes up here acting, taking money on the tape, play records Act like they the ones who know what music is Nah, man. Dudes is corny You artists, let them DJs know When you go up to that station, look them in his eyes, man Don't let him sell you out like he's a bigger star than you His album is bigger than your album His weekend is bigger than your release date Her album is hot. What is that? What's that record they got? Angie's record, come on, man Stop disrespecting Hip-Hop Stop it. It's disgusting, man Y'all don't want to hear about rims on a truck I don't want to hear the radio disc jockey making records That's terrible. I want to hear true Hip-Hop music, man Nah, for real, man. I mean, you know, this is real, man And yo, Cut, before you do that Don't worry about Flex bombing your records and all that sucker stuff If you really want to get your stuff played Whoever you are, give it to DJ Cut Give it to K Slade