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Ahhh, hear! Ahhh, hear!It's a figure of speech when some artists start to teachBut when I start I teach and reachThe hearts of people who really truly give a damn about musicWhether that is a man or womanBook book book book book I could write a book aboutWife who don't know where to teach like chalk (?)Or Tu Pac or Paris or the Rebel MC rapping stupidJust listen to meYou may say that's another brother out to get moneyWell you're rightI need money like honeyBut for the right thing when I rap and singNot for jumping around the stage and showing the girls my black ding-a-lingYour image is based on your bodiesWhy you doing music? Is it just a hobby?These things are going on in the music industryMoney, brain insane, fame fame, endlesslyI can't take it no more, it's getting worseI'm getting well vexed listening to the second verseThis song, you have to stop, look, and listenHear no bullshit, see no bullshit, say no bullshit, diss 'emYou think you're god's gift, you're a liarI wouldn't piss on you, if you were on fire(Repeat)You say Fusion, why you always like to cussSongtexte'Cause I can't change the world if I miss the busSorry, sorry, sorry, for the flavor of the monthCriss Cross, Vanilla, Markey Mark and the Funky BunchMarkey Mark, surrounded by negroesYou don't need blackies to be rap heroesJust brains and put 'em to the testNot a fourth damn small and a muscle-bound chestCriss Cross, what can I say?I hope your beat matures then your beats will stayVanilla, huh! you sometimes ponderIce, ice, baby, now he's the one hit wonderCredit, rough without a doubtMake you jump and shout, make the idiots shut their mouthWho says people the conscious lyricsAnd rappers the cats and evil spiritsMe, because it needs to be saidThe plastic music has to drop down deadMC Fusion on a hip hop missionHear no bullshit, see no bullshit, say no bullshit, diss 'emYou think you're god's gift, you're a liarI wouldn't piss on you, if you were on fire(Repeat)Pom, pom, and the conscious womanI say the woman first 'cause it's always the manRespect due 'cause I said it beforeThat women are the same, we don't need a warMickety Mack this, Vanilla Ice thatMarkey Mark this, pretending that he's blackBook book book book book it in your brainFor doing those lyrics you must be insaneAnd videos taking over MTVTwenty women one man, ha ha, reality, please!Don't even give me that crapThere must have been some reason why they give you heart attackLove songs come straight from your heartNot from your ass, you liquor assFobbing us up with that cliche crapBut the cliche crap is at the top of the mapOr the charts, or whatever you want call itStop it, before me drop itListen to the radio, watching televisionThe words that you speak, ha, diss 'emYou think you're god's gift, you're a liarI wouldn't piss on you, if you were on fire(Repeat)Just a lizard tongue telling storiesNow fire in your lick-spittle mouth Aus Songtexte Mania