This is all about music how to use it, they call it songs
If a rapper doesn't sing, well they call it wrong
While remington raps on, coming on strong
Critics let their face grow long
Face my music for once - I doubt if you can
You've been brainwashed too much as a public man
This is no kid
T.V.'s your pet - your radioset, I scan
Popular music gives crapjams
You've been blinded, narrowminded
You know rap is big with the crowds - nothing's behind it
They just dance if they like it, so they clock it
Don't be misled by my size when I rock it
This is no kid
Mr. top-50 biznizman talking so slick
Don't like our kinda music so he gives us the pip
Why a lie - rappers only flip their lip
Both sides of the globe call this music hip
Still knocking on doors of pop - to make discs
While big men fake it with crapoid artists
Discotheques' answer ain't raps - they ask for
A quick jam, pay wannabees, a few plaster
Just think you're a master with your ghettoblaster
Pipedreams about gold, but big men go faster
But you've hyped the type of music that holds you in a grip
When you pay this critics give it a miss
Dissin' the circuit - you say 'why, what this is !'
'cos you rock like a kid
I gotta do it right
If a rapper doesn't sing, well they call it wrong
While remington raps on, coming on strong
Critics let their face grow long
Face my music for once - I doubt if you can
You've been brainwashed too much as a public man
This is no kid
T.V.'s your pet - your radioset, I scan
Popular music gives crapjams
You've been blinded, narrowminded
You know rap is big with the crowds - nothing's behind it
They just dance if they like it, so they clock it
Don't be misled by my size when I rock it
This is no kid
Mr. top-50 biznizman talking so slick
Don't like our kinda music so he gives us the pip
Why a lie - rappers only flip their lip
Both sides of the globe call this music hip
Still knocking on doors of pop - to make discs
While big men fake it with crapoid artists
Discotheques' answer ain't raps - they ask for
A quick jam, pay wannabees, a few plaster
Just think you're a master with your ghettoblaster
Pipedreams about gold, but big men go faster
But you've hyped the type of music that holds you in a grip
When you pay this critics give it a miss
Dissin' the circuit - you say 'why, what this is !'
'cos you rock like a kid
I gotta do it right
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