Still remember three years back,
Nobody knew about rap.
Tupac Shakur, and Notorious
The 36 Chambers, Ghostface Killa
The names and faces, they never knew
The pioneers of the art, they pretend to pursue

You put your words on paper
Take the pen to the pad
Singin' i don't give a fuck
You think that you're bad
Do you even know where its coming from
The blood and tears on the sands
of time, the pain and the loss
you're only here cos u wanna look grand

Your verse is weak, rhythm incomplete
There's no soul behind the lyrics
You're just screamin' hysterics
To you its just a show, yet another play-pretend
you even fake it right down to the accent

Don't you see punk, that you're not into the game
Face it, you don't even fit into the frame
Your words are to show what you think and feel
To play games with their minds, not to pander when they whine
The only person you have to be true to is you
Being yourself is the salvation offered, cos rap is the truth

You talk about dangerous, like you're all that
Wanna put you dick in my trap, go ahead
Hang on, is it in yet?
My tongue's still burning rubber, can you deal with that
This is my gift of gab, this is my house, my shack
I walked into this room before Shady's second track

To all the on the bandwagon thinking they're cool
You just never understood you're just playing the fool
Ya'll just caught Shady fever (he is good), but you morons
still don't have a clue

Listing all you missed out will take all night,
Lord, the world beyond Interscope, have you seen those lights?
Wutang Clan and Def Jam, the likes of GZA and X
Jay Z or Ja Rule, have you heard the old trax?
You run around spewing coolio this and that
Ever heard the man, or the music he's had?

Don't ever start thinking just cos you rap, or pretend to, you're cool
Truth is, you've never even heard of the Old School.

This is dedicated to all the posers who think they can rap
To all the people who think they're cool cos they dress like their black
You've only scratched the surface and you don't even know it
Can you even feel the soul of rap, the root of the song.

You disgust me. So long.