"If something is yours by right
then fight for it or shut up..."
Si a que estamos con Main Source con El Profesor Grande
Sir Skratch and K Cut y vamos a late los rappers
y no puede en casa
Rappers can dance sing and shake their thing at the same time
But can't rhyme
They probably think that as long as they gettin paid
they can sleep in the shade but they'll fall like a cascade
While I drop skills over drum fills
They'll try to pick up some, and still sound slum
Cause they didn't learn the fundamentals
at this, and I insist that they get dissed
For fraud, their weak rap tunes keep me bored
Sword, due to the type of bullshit they record
Hey and I make em concentrate on the songs I create
And kids can't wait to get they fork knife and plate
So they can chew what I serve with the nerve
To call themselves real, but I know the deal
So I just place all the cards on the trap
Tell them to cut the crap, now let's rap
Si, a que estan allegrando de esos rapid que
sepatan muy grande, que no sabe lo dice haciendo
por no se con fat, pero El Profesor el es sabo
de casiendo, y entien la musica muy buena
y cucata estaba con grande como eso
espendejos sepatan muy grande por alli
y Sir Skratch and K-Cut ellos que estaba DJ
muy bueno. Con sabo por diciendo
Now all you rap clowns let's go the seven rounds
And put down your imaginary frown
Or take it to the streets, with multiple beats
Get as loose as you want, flaunt, no beeps
This time when you rhyme it won't be for a rock show
It'll be on the block so
we can work like strainers, or filters
And find out all remainders and the best builders
Cause so
