Song Title:F H H
Artist :JD2
Keep tryin ＇ to keep it real by keepin ＇ it raw
While half of y ＇ all still be keepin ＇ it flaw
And all the real heads scream ＇ F**k hip hop ＇
Until this mediocre bullshit stops
Drug fiends let me show you the route
Who ＇ s that motherf**ker still keepin the dope in the house
It ＇ s Mota mouth who it ＇ s Mota mouth baby it ＇ s Mota mouth
Whenever I write I put myself out of place from other cats
So it don ＇ t sound like another brother ＇ s rap
I smother tracks with raw shit niggas aren ＇ t able to bite
What I bring to the table is height
Then I easily superceed niggas need what I got
Reason I ＇ m hot there ＇ s no other raw season of pot
While most motherf**kers follow the guidelines and hit by 101
Jakki the Mota mouth decides to have fun
Not following rules swallowing crews
Son I toss cats off the stage often I slay their soft raps
To all you fake dictionary MCs get off that
Half of y ＇ all don ＇ t understand your own rhymes and soft batch
They straight at open mics we put them out on the street
Take away their dope beat let ＇ em rhyme and they weak
And the mic can be a decieving device
Muffle your rhymes so they ain ＇ t clear and concise
Have niggas thinking you nice
With battle I ＇ ll crack all your gear and all your wack raps
You can ＇ t be saved by your babbling or your backpack
Doing it for the love is great but you fake
And putting your shit out is a mistake nobody wants to make
Chorus
Keep tryin ＇ to keep it real by keepin ＇ it raw
While half of y ＇ all still be keepin ＇ it flaw
And all the real heads scream ＇ F**k hip hop ＇
Until this mediocre bullshit stops
Drug fiends let me show you the route
Who ＇ s that motherf**ker still keepin the dope in the house
It ＇ s Mota mouth who it ＇ s Mota mouth baby it ＇ s Mota mouth
Hate when I go to open mics and I see everybody clapping
For some clown they don ＇ t understand
Yet everybody acting like he dope because they believe he ＇ s hip hop
Y ＇ all convincing me that most of y ＇ all are brainwashed
Dug in old hip-hop history
Some cats are crap without their tracks ＇ cause they weak
I wish a n***a would say he listen to me for the beats
Some got the nerve to say they dope when they spit
When even they family got a tape and they won ＇ t open the shit
I got a big mouth and I ain ＇ t scared to use it
One person ＇ s key style allows everyone to abuse it
So what the f**kk is your definition of underground
Depressing beats and bleak cats who love the sound
Well I ain ＇ t part of that I ＇ m tired of rapper ＇ s garbage
I ＇ m the part of the underground who only feels the raw shit
And I can take a n***a out regardless
You can bring your hardest artists and I ＇ ll make ＇ em heartless
Some say they lyrically this or lyrically that
Throwing lyrical in every rap and they lyrically wack
And many cats rhyme over tracks nobody fiends for
Don ＇ t f**k around with me if you can only f**k with keyboards
Just ＇ cause lazy niggas use recognisable material
Don ＇ t mean the dope samples are not original
＇ Cause a producer with skill can lace tracks
Keyboard beats aren ＇ t that original lets face facts
That shit was overused in the G-funk era
Don ＇ t give me that excuse real MCs want better
You rhyme over enough shit most get away with murder
Like kids who think they words rhyme ＇ cause they the suffix
Must b***h niggas be fragile with facts
You bragging ＇ bout who you battled but who you battled was crap
What you angry for and acting all tense
If you innocent be cool only the guilty ＇ s catching offense
Chorus
Keep tryin ＇ to keep it real by keepin ＇ it raw
While half of y ＇ all still be keepin ＇ it flaw
And all the real heads scream ＇ F**k hip hop ＇
Until this mediocre bullshit stops
Drug fiends let me show you the route
Who ＇ s that motherf**ker still keepin the dope in the house
It ＇ s Mota mouth who it ＇ s Mota mouth baby it ＇ s Mota mouth
