F.H.H.

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{Chorus} Keep tryin' to keep it real by keepin' it raw While half of y'all still be keepin' it flaw And all the real heads scream 'Fuck hip hop!' Until this mediocre bullshit stops Drug fiends let me show you the route Who's that motherfucker still keepin the dope in the house? It's Mota mouth. who? it's Mota mouth baby, it's Mota mouth Whenever I write, I put myself out of place from other cats So it don't sound like another brother's rap I smother tracks with raw shit, niggas aren't able to bite What I bring to the table is height Then I easily superceed, niggas need what I got Reason I'm hot, there's no other raw season of pot While most motherfuckers follow the guidelines and hit by 101 Jakki the Mota mouth decides to have fun Not following rules, swallowing crews Son I toss cats off the stage, often I slay their soft raps To all you fake dictionary MCs, get off that Half of y'all don't understand your own rhymes and soft batch They straight at open mics, we put them out on the street Take away their dope beat, let 'em rhyme and they weak And the mic can be a decieving device Muffle your rhymes so they ain't clear and concise Have niggas thinking you nice With battle I'll crack all your gear and all your wack raps You can't be saved by your babbling or your backpack Doing it for the love is great but you fake And putting your shit out is a mistake nobody wants to make {chorus} Keep tryin' to keep it real by keepin' it raw While half of y'all still be keepin' it flaw And all the real heads scream 'Fuck hip hop!' Until this mediocre bullshit stops Drug fiends let me show you the route Who's that motherfucker still keepin the dope in the house? It's Mota mouth. who? it's Mota mouth baby, it's Mota mouth Hate when I go to open mics and I see everybody clapping For some clown they don't understand Yet everybody acting like he dope because they believe he's hip hop Y'all convincing me that most of y'all are brainwashed Dug in old hip-hop history Some cats are crap without their tracks 'cause they weak I wish a nigga would say he listen to me for the beats Some got the nerve to say they dope when they spit When even they family got a tape and they won't open the shit I got a big mouth and I ain't scared to use it One person's key style allows everyone to abuse it So what the fuckk is your definition of underground? Depressing beats and bleak cats who love the sound Well I ain't part of that, I'm tired of rapper's garbage I'm the part of the underground who only feels the raw shit And I can take a nigga out regardless You can bring your hardest artists and I'll make 'em heartless Some say they lyrically this, or lyrically that Throwing lyrical in every rap and they lyrically wack And many cats rhyme over tracks nobody fiends for Don't fuck around with me, if you can only fuck with keyboards Just 'cause lazy niggas use recognisable material Don't mean the dope samples are not original 'Cause a producer with skill can lace tracks Keyboard beats aren't that original, lets face facts That shit was overused in the G-funk era Don't give me that excuse, real MCs want better You rhyme over enough shit, most get away with murder Like kids who think they words rhyme 'cause they the suffix Must bitch niggas be fragile with facts You bragging 'bout who you battled, but who you battled was crap What you angry for, and acting all tense If you innocent be cool, only the guilty's catching offense {chorus} Keep tryin' to keep it real by keepin' it raw While half of y'all still be keepin' it flaw And all the real heads scream 'Fuck hip hop!' Until this mediocre bullshit stops Drug fiends let me show you the route Who's that motherfucker still keepin the dope in the house? It's Mota mouth. who? it's Mota mouth baby, it's Mota mouth