I Ain't Having It - Kool Keith, Tim Dog

Awe yea

We about to rip this shit up correct

But before we do, I just want to say

That there is a lot of wack rappers out here

There’s a lot of happy rappers out here

There’s a lot of over commercial rappers out here

And me and my crew, we promise, as long as we get a chance to speak about it,

we would

So I’m about to turn the mic over to my man Rhythm-X

Otherwise known as Kool Kieth

And he’s about to get on the mother fucking mic

And say what the fuck he hates about this business

A yo Kieth, take it away…

Yea, it’s been a fucking long time

When Ultra was out fucking everybody knew me

Calling me, calling me

Bugging me, bugging me

But now they don’t now

Because I don’t have a hit out

With all this bullshit

This happy wack shit out

Suckers at the party, rappers stay jealous

Steady on my tip, while I’m hanging with the fellas

Walking through the Bronx and with my boots stomping

Very, very mad

Stupid, I ain’t glad

Rappers have the money that I should of made and had

Watching this village bound hippy rap

These cartoon groups with that silly rap

Kicking those rhymes that say nothing

Promoted I was, I knew I wasn’t

But watch out next time

Look for the X rhyme

This year, Dog

I ain’t having it

Yo, I want all ya out there to suck my dick

Cause I came a long way, mother fuckers

And I want the next man to get up on the mic

And speak what the fuck he feels like

Rap, it’s a trade that won’t quit

Every mother fucker want to make a hit

Using big words, using small words

Using no words, but that’s absurd

But metaphor has yet to be done

Attempted by few, but stressed by none

Well I’m Dog and I’m here to say

That hardcore is here to stay

Look at all this pop rap, this happy rap, this wack ass rap

No more selling the fuck out

It’s time to get the mother fucking hell out

And if I got to diss every MC

Huh, let it be

Why do you think every hardcore rapper doesn’t get paid

But gets remade

And then he got to sell the fuck out just to make money

It ain’t funny

There’s a certain plot to the scheme

Killing the American dream

We can do what we want to do

Rap the way we want to rap

Whether your good or wack

But if the wack rappers got to get the mint

While I’m struggling to pay the rent

Fuck that shit I got to be a criminal

I’m telling you the message is subliminal

I’m not going out like that

Yea, I ain’t having it

Yea, I want all ya mother fuckers out there to kiss my ass

Cause y’all some wack mother fuckers, ya know

All you mother fuckers walking around, focusing on a gimmick

Wearing polka dots, putting dye in your hair, like you got it going on

Your shit is wack

I’ll tell you to your face

I want you to know that rap is for real, rap is from the street,

rap is nothing you can take it to a market and market it as a gimmick

Rap is nothing you can take it to arenas and sell it as a dancer

Rap is nothing you can put it in a movie with a bunch of turtles

Rap is some real hardcore shit and if you ain’t dealing with rap

You ain’t dealing with the streets

And if you ain’t dealing with the streets, you ain’t dealing with rap

And we wanna say, fuck you.

And I’m out of here