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    [Ced Gee]
    Aiyyo Keith, you know what I was thinkin about?
    You know how we go to those parties, and the whack rappers
    who got a lil' hot record tryin to act like they don't know us
    Ya, y'know the, the fake ones, who try to
    They imitatin LL Cool J one month, then this month they Africans
    Or they wear a lot of polka dots cause they think it's commercial
    Or they sing a lot in their records - what'chu think about that?

    [Kool Keith]
    A lot of rappers can't talk - they're quite stupid
    They rhyme and they stutter - they're quite Cupid
    But I know the deal, they only rhyme on a slow beat
    Some lookin for slack and bustin rhymes with no heat
    Soft as Cottonelle and rolls of Scott tissue
    They wanna be down, it's time to bust the issue
    Now you think you're hard, with 57 bodyguards
    Runnin around, lookin bummy and extra
    Cause you think the people, wanna move and get next ta
    You're paranoid, about your gangster fantasy
    Now look at the swift pro and face reality
    So watch your back end, you slip and you're slackin
    See I don't talk to the weak and the whack and
    MC's step back and, I damage they industry
    Then play like a fool, like you never did notice me
    Now hop on the jock and, now see who's rockin
    Don't give me no pound, cause you ain't down
    Clown... you're nobody, tryin to act like you're large

    [Ced Gee]
    You're nobody, nobody, you're nobody, nobody
    You're nobody, nobody, you're nobody, nobody
    Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
    Just nothing, you're a piece of shit... you're nobody

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    My record is fly, your record's a big flop
    Now in this new year, it's time for a real drop
    As I take a picture, great pose and black beat
    With Keith in the limo, countin cash in the back seat
    You did a cheap show, no cash in Birmingham
    And while you was gone, we signed a new deal with Polygram
    But you don't think so, you're probably jealous man
    You know that we're dope, but you're scared to just tell us man
    Cause you like that happy stuff, the two-faced DJ
    You'll soon lose your job, with the records that you play
    Got a little juice at a New York station
    So what you don't play me? I'm on heavy rotation
    Across America, in funk formation
    Around the world and, with heavy persuasion
    The man at hand to grand the stand in total command
    - and plus I must say damn
    Well some of you groups play, like you're with the people
    Like we're united, we're all equal
    But when people see, you try to act like DeBarge
    But you're nobody, tryin to act like you're large

    Yeahhh, you're nobody, nobody
    You're nobody, nobody, you're nobody, nobody
    You're nobody, nobody, you're nobody, nothing
    You're nobody, nobody, you're nothing, diarrhea

    [Kool Keith]
    You got these African rappers who try to act like they African
    They're playin themselves and dressin up like they African
    But I'm in New York, chillin hard on the city street
    Where crime and drug wars, my bouts in city be
    While you be a fool, you think it's worse than Africa?
    Like Ice Cube said, I gotta giggle and laugh at ya
    So what are you doin, so what are you sayin?
    So what are you gettin it, so why are you playin?
    Cause you just a phony plus, the Queen don't impress me
    Preachers and teachers, rebel ones come test me
    While you catch amenesia, and go into seizure
    I treat you like pinball, and show you I played ya
    Out of the box like a old pair of socks and
    Choose to go when, now see who's flowin
    Keepin in step the rep the pep for those who slept
    Yep, I'm not a new jack swing man
    So groups that perpetrate, they can't even sing man
    Drivin around, owin cash on a Benzo
    Your payments are due, your car is not even paid for
    ... you're nobody, tryin to act like you're large

    [Ced Gee]
    Yo yeah that 'bout some that up Keith man
    Just just y'know what we gon' do we gon' keep on schoolin
    these fake rappers, try to make these brothers real y'knahmsayin?

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