Yeah, niggaz want to talk about this rap shit   Niggaz want to talk about this money   About these cars, these homes   These labels, clothes, sneakers, big money shit   Now everybody tryin' to get rich   Now get rich niggaz, fuck it      Some rap pioneers, be them crackheads   When they speak, you see missin' teeth, silver chain with a silver piece   Niggaz your grandfather's age, they pants still hangin' down they legs   Talkin' about they ain't paid      And they hate you, 'cause they say, you ain't pay dues   And was stealin' and robbin' them   I feel it's a problem we gotta resolve   Hip-Hop been dead, we the reason it died      Wasn't Sylvia's fault or because MC's skills are lost   It's 'cause we can't see ourselves as the boss   Deep-rooted through slavery, self-hatred   The Jewish stick together, friends in high places      We on some low level shit   We don't want niggaz to ever win, see, everybody got a label   Everybody's a rapper but few flow fatal   It's fucked up, it all started from two turntables      When they crown you and you rise up to your position   Carry on tradition   When they Knight you then you go to fight, go to war, don't petition   Carry on tradition, carry on tradition   Carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition   Carry on tradition   When you rep what we rep then carry on tradition      Now some of these new rappers got their caps flipped backwards   Wit their fingers intertwined in some gang-sign madness   I got an exam, let's see if y'all pass it   Let's see who can quote a Daddy Kane line the fastest      Some of you new rappers, I don't understand your code   You have your man shoot you, like in that Sopranos episode   Do anythin' to get in the game, mixtapes, you spit hate   Against bosses, hungry fucks are moraless      You should be tossed in a pit full of unfortunate vocalists   Niggaz, I coulda wrote your shit   I had off-time, was bored wit this, I coulda made my double-LP   Just by samplin' different parts of Nautilus      Still came five on the charts with zero audience   The lane was open and y'all was droppin' that garbage shit   Y'all got awards for your bricks, it got good to ya   You started tellin' them bigger dogs to call it quits? What?      When they crown you and you rise up to your position   Carry on tradition   When they Knight you then you go to fight, go to war, don't petition   Carry on tradition, carry on tradition   Carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition   Carry on tradition   When you rep what we rep then carry on tradition      Now niggaz got the studio poppin', it's mad clearer   Engineers got his earplugs and still hear us   The live-in-the-park sound, versus the studio state of art sound   We on the charts now      From British Walkers and Argyles   Look at us rap stars now, wit our black cars now   Fortune 500 listed, brunches, sip Cipriani's   Sippin', blunted, with rich white guys around me      Thick white girls around me, Chinese lined up   Because I'm what, every dime lust   We used to be a ghetto secret, can't make my mind up   If I want that or the whole world to peep it      Now carry on tradition   Fuck a bum wack rapper makin' his career out of dissin'   Peace to the strugglin' artists and dead one's gone, we miss 'em   I promise I carry on tradition      When they crown you and you rise up to your position   Carry on tradition   When they Knight you then you go to fight, go to war, don't petition   Carry on tradition, carry on tradition   Carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition   Carry on tradition   When you rep what we rep then carry on tradition