Yo, yo, yo, yo, Pharoahe   Right, right   Brother, why don't you explain   How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?      Yo, I got a question, in hip-hop who they followin'?   (Uhh)   The niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin'?      Them niggaz that be hollerin' is substitute, modelin'   Niggaz with skills always and forever keeps a followin'      Swallowin' pride   Never we be imperialistic   Who rips shit without bein' materialistic   Statistics show      Ask miss, she know   Just 'cause the niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow   Right   Just 'cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow      What? Nigga, you can consider it the bomb if I spit on it, get on it   Ride for a little bit, feel how your inner get   From internet, intellect, vibes that I'm sendin' it   Now your soul bubblin' brown sugar so you'll remember it      Legitimate, imminent, crash course for illiterate   From August to September, Prince is heavenly given it   From center split, train of thoughts that's mad booty   'Cause you twisted and rudey don't mean everything's      Groovy when you hear it, the world's gonna feel it before I say it   Now some pop some shit, but the labels get the big G's from sales   (Whoo)   Nobody sayin' shit it just smells   Here's some Southside Saturday love like Shamelle's      My syndicate is tight, quite right for these times   Contradictin' all the hype, the berry-more-black shines   All mine, fine wines to dine rhymes   For forty projects, keepin' it naughty like Treach      Ahh, yo, Prince   Yes, sir   My brother, why don't you explain   How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?      Yo, I got a question, in hip-hop who they followin'?   (Right)   The niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin'?      Them niggaz that be hollerin' be substitute, modelin'   The niggaz with the skills forever keeps a followin'      Swallowin' pride   Never we be imperialistic   Who rips shit without bein' materialistic   Statistics show      Ask Duke, he knows   'Cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow   Hah   'Cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow      Please, man, I done burned some of the most fattest MC's   Like chromium percolinate, it's not even tangible for them   To understand the holy weight, it takes soul to make a crowd animated   Prince stated, hey, wait 'til we get off that label      And I waited twelve months for the perfect opportunity   (Twelve months)   To thump, bump somethin' loved by my community   (Thump, bump, c'mon)   I'm movin' on all you punk, Bambino bastards   Your style's depleted like muscles without amino acids      I blast kids with mass times matter   Forever clingin' to endeavors defined, clever words   Thus waiting never, frustrating verbs to rip   My rap ratings eradicate   (Eradicate shit)      For me to take rhythms and mate 'em with rhymes in mating season   Creating shit never before made it   I'm makin' hybrids, created potent enough to open eyelids   And leave pupils dilated, stress is alleviated      Now it's easier plus economically feasible   For me to leave rap listeners queasy and inebriated   We made it, we came, dedicated, we rated supreme   Even with or without the cream      Yo, yo, Pharoahe   Yes, sit   Brother, why don't you explain   How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?      Nah, I got a question, in hip-hop who they followin'?   (Uhh)   The niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin'?      The niggaz that be hollerin' is substitute, modelin'   Niggaz with skills always and forever keeps a followin'      Swallowin' pride   Never we be imperialistic   Who rips shit without bein' materialistic   Statistics show      Ask miss, she know   Just 'cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow   That's right   Just 'cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow