[Marc Live] Check it out now, uhh Marc Live, KutMasta Kurt Episode two, yeah, Attack of the Grunge, cmon scratch Listen, to the situation my son Yeah, this is the story, listen up, get ready scratch Listen, to the situation my son scratch Im as serious as cancer, all fun done [Marc Live] I started out in ninetythree, check it When the game was the illest, you had to come with crazy flow Look, nobody had yo the doper dough We didnt speak on it, we drugged the beat and gained fiends from it Redman, C.L. and Pete Rock We threw the guns up, we tore the club up Three 6, way before the South, look And kids was freestylin, street corner battlin One blunt had 10 heads street whylin Palladium, Danceteria, ? No politics, before The Source was named yo the street bible Before the rap game was cliques and clothing Thats right and Flex spun at Mars And played in the littlest bars Before Angie could rap tell em Huh, and chicks got smacked for talkin a lot [Chorus repeat 2X] They call it rap right, nah this is street music The street choose it, the hood need it, gutter love it The public want it, the kids use it I eat from it, listen Ima speak on it [Marc Live] You see everybodys King of New York thats right And every year kids pass the title, every year kids are soft like Michael Uhh label bought, never taught Its sad to see, they dont think they life through No advance, just a chain and a gassed brain At your moms house, thinkin you a big name No assets, no house no whips The game got him hoein, the kids is not knowin Its not a fitted hat, shelltop Adidas and rap Its the block party, boombox, spin on your back Its the chain snatchin, drug dealers The gun clappin, close your spot, what happened? [Chorus] 12 scratch Listen, to the situation my son scratch Sucker DJs got somethin to say scratch Listen, to the situation my son scratch Rhymes are pathetic, they think they copacetic [Marc Live] Yo I remember when nice kids had deals, no talent search No Star Search, yo you had to be real ill When it was about yo the beats and the sick flows No boats and yachts, no dopes and drops A promo budget was enough to Fill the streets and make the people love it And one producer didnt control the game And, cats made tracks and didnt care about the fame And dance music was the hardest beats And radio spun your wax, you didnt have to buy a week And cats showed love for bein in the game And not how many rastas stealin your chain And when a hot joint meant somethin Look, whether you signed or not, kids was still jumpin And when you sampled a track, somebody else did You was whack whether you sing or you steal raps [Chorus]
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