What?      [Verse One]   A lot of brothers, claimin they hard (HUH?)   I grab the microphone and leave 'em scarred (scarred)   But not scarred physically (WHAT?)   More like scarred mentally (yeah)   I correct your ego (YOUR EGO?)   I'ma show you how it go {*scratch "go"*}   Cause you killin me, ain't no skill in you   With my hands on you I wouldn't be feelin you   Yeah you platinum, but you wack as hell   I dubbed over your single like a Maxell   You need to   Stop now, get original   Start practicin, master your flow   You might as well, turn in your mic   and start collectin dollars at the turnpike   Cause the rhymes you kick, need to be fixed   But you couldn't even fix them {*scratch "in the mix*}   If you ate pebbles, your shit wouldn't rock   You one of them balloons made to go pop   You need to   Stop now, get original   Start practicin, master your flow   Stop now, get original   WHAAAT?   Stop now, get original   Start practicin, master your flow      [Verse Two]   There is really nothin you can do   We about to hit you in your face with my kung-fu   Risky on the microphone, I am   Got the energy of (??) and (??)   I'm about to let you know the deal on how I feel   Many people can't be real, so they gotta chase the steel   What the deal? Is it really all about the bills?   What's the thrill? I'd rather have my soul fulfilled   You gotta   Stop now, get original   Start practicin, master your flow   We delegate the skills to conversating   The loss of motivation of MC's to create   Sent it in for quick hit, waitin for the break   You didn't pay your dues, so you got on Rikki Lake   How does it feel to be the man on top   when everything you got ain't any of your props?   You need to   Stop now, get original   Start practicin, master your flow   Stop now, get original   Stop now, get original   Start practicin, master your flow      [Verse Three - Chali 2na]   When you think about rap in it's entirety   Violence became variety   Silently personalities differ from what they try to be   2na be on the frontline, with rhyme shell I hit you   You're sluggish like a barbituate   We can make you admit you bit   A hectic thrill, connect with Will   and we create with the kung-fu collective skill   The checks get real, people think this shit is hunky-dory   It's another story while we be fightin for re-   -demption pimps and prostitutes get the break they need   With breakneck speed, the fakes succeed indeed   Thinkin life is a party and it's a must to please   But many pop MC's work for Mephistopheles stop it please   Choppin broccoli happily for your company   Publically sellin Satan when really you should be bumpin the truth   So stop now   Stop now, get original   Just practice and master your flow