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Lyrics
Jaiz
Real Rappers
2002
Uh, yeah, Jaiz
It's the new hip-hop generation
Tryin to kill all the fakeness up in this game
Yo, It's time to kill the fake cats, and let the real dogs in/
And bury all the wack emcees in a coffin/
There's such a lack of realness in our art/
Cause only real rappers rap from the heart/
Put the mic inside my hand and watch me make this hit/
Leavin thugs wetter than I make your girl's clit drip/
Not doing this for all the nookie like Limp Bizkit/
I doing all of this shit to prevent a slit wrist/
Let me massage your mind with the words my pen write/
Haters get no love like a man around 10 dykes/
Wack emcees need to stop movin like cars at red lights/
I've been original all my life, while y'all heads bite/
I'm from the east, but fuck which coast I'm representin dun/
My love's worldwide, all my music is for everyone/
Don't send your demo son, I'll probably think you suck/
Way more than a prostitute who's trying to make a buck/
No offense bro I just get bored easily/
Your rhymes sound dead like George Burns and Eazy-E/
You don't need to be an m.d. to see how I'm sick/
Just take a look ay my list of my accomplishments/
It's time to kill the fake cats, and let the real dogs in/
And bury all the wack emcees in a coffin/
There's such a lack of realness in our art/
Cause only real rappers rap from the heart/
Just need a pen and pad, and access to a mic/
And watch as I make platinum songs in one night/
And yeah I know it hurts, and you don't think it's right/
That all this talent's coming from a suburban kid who's white/
Get the fuck out of my way, y'all need to leave while I stay/
Been doing this for 8 years it's bout time I got paid/
When I'm in your stereo I'll change your whole mind state/
Rappers not comin hard like ones with fucked prostates/
The underground wasting their time wanting to battle/
But I'd rather make jams that have actual value/
All I'm hearing is these rappers rhyming bout' stupid shit/
Like Nelly, Beanie Sigel, Jadakiss, and Ludacris/
And all these emcees who only top the charts/
Just because of their connections and gimmicky A&R's/
Who ain't got half the heart I got deep inside/
So boys step aside, cause it's my time to shine/
It's time to kill the fake cats, and let the real dogs in/
And bury all the wack emcees in a coffin/
There's such a lack of realness in our art/
Cause only real rappers rap from the heart/
Ya know it's kinda funny how these kids never did give a fuck/
When they dissed me and oppressed me, but now they show me love/
Cause I rap tight so now they think that I'm a winner/
But if I couldn't they would of stayed cold as if it was winter/
But it's all good, I'm done with all that beefing shit/
Plus I'm sick, of all my thoughts of dying with a bleeding wrist/
Now y'all gonna feel oppressed as I go to top now/
Make room for me as I make all of y'all drop down/
You damn right I'm big headed bout the music that I make/
After the hard work, love, devotion, tears, and aching pain/
From the past decade, it's a miracle/
That I overcame it all by being lyrical/
It's the new hip-hop generation coming at ya/
Dropping jewels of value that you'll never hear from actors/
Frontin on the mic, actin like they saying something/
Step the fuck away, cause you ain't saying nothing/
Original, you're stuck in bullshit cliché’³/
About a thousand of y'all still wouldn't equal a Jaiz/
Cause I got that dying love for this art that can't be touched/
And I'm not about the money and the fame that you lust/
It's time to kill the fake cats, and let the real dogs in/
And bury all the wack emcees in a coffin/
There's such a lack of realness in our art/
Cause only real rappers rap from the heart/
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