So you say I don’t look like a rapper My pants don’t sag and you ain’t never seen me wear my hat backwards Anyone can dress and play actor But until your shit is mastered Looks don’t matter I see you posted up in ya’ fresh new gear Tryna’ look fly like the next dude here But I ain’t gotta’ try cus’ I already am Center stage fly as fuck with a mic in my hand You rhymin’ and you ride while I rule in the booth I’m pressin’ CD’s you bought gold for ya’ tooth You walkin’ and you talk like you got somethin’ to prove But you ain’t done shit man you got nothin’ to lose Meanwhile Anti-Crew’s makin’ some noise Cus’ my beats bang harder than all of your boys And if you wanna’ start trouble we can seek and destroy FlareThaRebel Mac Eternal takin’ out ya’ convoy
Everybody wannabe the next big thing Rhymin’ on the corner wit’ the next kid’s dream Tryna’ play the part but you just don’t get it You talk about the life, we live it
(Verse 2 – FlareThaRebel)
It’s kinda’ funny cus’ my pants do sag at times But that ain’t got a damn thing to do with any of my rhymes So give it up to cats Serious about the craft Never been a question about us so you ain’t even gotta’ ask If we rock them shows like avalanches Be the main reason ya’ crew’s leavin’ scared to take chances I make you think twice Bout’ tryna step right Everyone makes mistakes yours was touchin’ a mic So tell me, if you the illest and the top of ya game without a rival Then why do you sound exactly like your idol Who you think you foolin’ seriously without any merit Cus’ honestly we see right through you ya’ transparent So forget what you heard or think the fact is Better off with showbiz I’m lethal like Mac is Plus ya’ timid Probably relyin’ on gimmicks You spittin’ nothin’ but saliva I ain’t hearin’ no lyrics
Everybody wannabe the next big thing Rhymin’ on the corner wit’ the next kid’s dream Tryna’ play the part but you just don’t get it You talk about the life, we live it
(Verse 3 – Mac Lethal)
These days rappers ain’t saggin’ in their pants they’re saggin’ in their chest their flesh is all flabby, it’s a mess they’re lazy, having calorie fests because they didn’t get adequate rest and now they’re rather depressed wabadoo Anti-Crew got a new beat to hobble to an avenue to do things to bother you rantin’ to your buddy as i’m handlin’ the money stash everybody runnin’ from the phantom with the bloody mask and i’m back with the Anti-Crew money can buy love, it just can’t buy truth you can brand my youth with your corporate pentagrams but dorks at Scribble Jam’ll tell you ’bout the fans that group up for personal attacks it’s funnier than *** when he was rapping in commercials for the Gap I say it just to spite these punks it’s dumber that the sick obsession with collectin’ Nike Dunks you got the new Danger in your disc changer but you walk around town with your rare pair of sweatshop-labor-made shoes well fuck Neo-Soul and fuck you, and fuck me cause I do it too the difference is, I guess, I don’t claim to have a heart sittin’ in my chest I think the taste of nicotine is fresh, so the cig is in my hand and I was never much of a notorious big fan so click bam (bye)
Ya’ll can keep talkin’ Talkin’ Ya’ll can keep talkin’ Talkin’ Ya’ll can keep talkin’ Talkin’ Talkin’ Talkin’ Talkin’ Cus’ you just don’t get it
Everybody wannabe the next big thing Rhymin’ on the corner wit’ the next kid’s dream Tryna’ play the part but you just don’t get it You talk about the life, we live it