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  • Funky fresh tracks I'm strapped with a pack
  • Pump the real rap false crap to the back
  • I stay true to the vibe and the flavor the old school
  • Gave you what all others lacked
  • Integrity contained in the grain of the lines
  • Artistic expression conveyed in the rhymes
  • Critics dismissed it and dissed it and wished it would die
  • But it lifted and strengthened the mind
  • Now the nineties are here so have fear it's getting washed out
  • All the original vibes are being tossed out
  • Taken from the streets and jacked for the beats
  • These companies are weak their songs incomplete
  • They seek to sell hip hop but instead they disrespect it
  • Dissect it use what they can sell and then neglect it
  • Everywhere I turn I find a sucker with a rhyme
  • Not an M.C. 'cause an M.C. knows the time
  • Rap is popping up like toast from coast to coast
  • They try to boast that their style is so dope
  • But it won't last a round when the real sound macks
  • "For all the pioneers I'm going way back"
  • Go back... to the Funky 97
  • Lyrics have been kicking hard from day one
  • I wake around noon I squint at the sun
  • Consider all my chores each day I catch more
  • Throw on my drawers before I get the job done
  • I step out the apt. without delay
  • Walkman pumping "It's a brand new day"
  • I'm gonna meet the keen-one when suddenly I see some
  • Ducks in a truck playing "Ice Ice Babe"
  • Down upon my ears my worst fears had ascended
  • I guess I must admit that at the shit I was offended
  • They proceeded to park stepped in the minute-mart
  • I thought to myself "The situation is splendid"
  • I stepped up to it and began to analyze the
  • Scene in green I tagged my name "Pete Miser"
  • Wide strokes in green dripping down the hood while I'm flipping
  • The pilot in my pocket is my duty to advise a
  • Bandwagon buster not to dis hip hop
  • The shit they hit it makes me wonder how they get props
  • As if you didn't know it takes the skills to flow
  • Go back to the lab 'cause if you step you'll get dropped
  • Go back... to the Funky 97
  • Go back to that rack of wax and two twelves
  • 'Cause back then we'd rap when caps sent the braincells
  • Flying toys dying many punks sunk denying
  • Their fronting ain't it something fluffing nothings still trying
  • To come off but the drums lost their weak minds
  • I cultivate a great state of thought caught between lines
  • These toys nowadays employ the sound waves
  • To get paid and laid but still played the proud ways
  • Don't understand the plan the man or my reasons
  • Wack rhyme's a crime and I'm trying you for treason
  • You're a goner if I catch you on a corner in a freestyle
  • But I never will you lack skills that's why you're on trial
  • Go back to the basics or face it your fake shit
  • Wastes airspace it's a disgrace when you make it
  • If it don't sell well tell me would you do it?
  • If not then hot shot you'd better not pursue it
  • Go back... to the Funky 97

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