[Diamond] Feel the vibe, everybody gather round I pull the plug, still my sound's profound I had to take hip-hop back to the essence Try to go commercial, gotta learn a lesson You gotta get your fingers dusty (word) And keep your ear to the street so you won't get rusty Concentrate on the funk vibe (Funk vibe) Learn your roots, put on your Timberland boots I'm true to my art, I never fake a move I keep your head bobbing to the psychotic groove I vibe is erotic, contagious, and sporotic I love beats so much I'm damn near neurotic I shoot the gift like a Mack 10 And sample beats we used to cut way back then But now the game has changed Artist selling out just to make a name The underground hip-hop fans can't stand it So play like Chuck Connors, because now you're branded a sellout So yo, get the hell out We took a dive because you couldn't feel the vibe
Is this the vibe you desire? (Diamond running down the line) Is this the vibe you desire? (You know you're on time) Well let me continue with what's on the menu I dug in the crate (Now it's time to get the papes) (Repeat 2x)
[Showbiz] You know I feel the vibe, my name is Show B-I-Z I used to cut at jams when I was 4 foot 3 Early in the morning listen to beats And back then I was the shorty (With the Nikes on his feet) Back to a brother who sold out (Did he?) He aimed for a name and some fame without any doubt He was my man so he let me hear a taste But he dissed his face because the shit ain't have no bass His beats was clogged, he needed Liquid Plumber Damn I wonder why he sound like Donna Summers? Or Nat King Cole, that style is old 100 G's up front you've just been sold They kidnap your creative control No chance of going platinum or even gold It wouldn't happen to me (Why not?) I got the skills that's ill and I'm real cause I feel the beat
Is this the vibe you desire? (Show running down the line) Is this the vibe you desire? (You know you're on time) Well let me continue with what's on the menu I dug in the crate (Now it's time to get the papes) (Repeat 2x)
[Diamond] Yeah, I knew a kid who was nice on the mic Had a record deal but the deal wasn't real Cause the record label wouldn't spend any loot But he had a deal and my man got souped He knew a lot of old beats but it didn't matter The label had other ideas for the platter I heard the song and I had to scream The had him rhyming over hype drum machines He didn't like it but he had no say And now he's out of here today Try to fake the funk, it couldn't shake a rump But the radio played the junk anyway But the song wouldn't budge Now against the ex-label he holds a grudge Looking for a deal because the song took a dive Cause he couldn't feel the vibe But who's to blame in the world of the rap game Stick to your roots like a troop and let me know
Is this the vibe you desire? (Diamond running down the line) Is this the vibe you desire? (You know you're on time) Well let me continue with what's on the menu I dug in the crate (Now it's time to get the papes) (Repeat 2x)