Grace Paley

Funny Fake Snakes

So what's the deal man, you think real rap gon' come back or what?
[Lowe] Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go
I'm sayin, I like what you doin man, this is new revolution
[Lowe] Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go
Aight yo, dig it
[Chris Lowe]
Real quick, let's get intricate, deep dish
With sounds that get down through the speaker so clear
Crispy, y'all can't miss me
Catch me from the snare, trust the funk you just gon' hear
Now let's take the trip on the journey of beats
Past the crates of the beloved and cheapskates that dub it
This here funk was bred from the illest hip-hop head
You shellshocked, watch the bells rock
Trust me, the illest of the million dollar sellers won't hurt me
Now that's mos def and most certainly
So mi amigos with the million dollar egos
Frontin played out, that shit corny like Cheetohs
Act, straight up black, no fake scam make ya thick thin
This nigga full blooded, nuttin mixed in (mm)
Accept it, ignorant off point, you gon' catch beef
I put that on the gap up in my front teeth (damn)
I'm top gauge, on the next page
Advice to the players, y'all save the ace of spades
Chris Lowe with the routine reality check
Ain't no disrespect but I'm 'bout to cut the deck
What's the deal?
Yo I dare somebody y'knahmsayin to just wreck the style
[Lowe] Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go - what's the deal?
I dare you to diss though, knahmsayin, come up with that real shit
[Lowe] Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go - what's the deal?
Come up with the real joints, knamsayin, come up with some real joints
[Lowe] Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go - what's the deal man?
Real live, y'knahmsayin? Real live
[Lowe] Y'all know them funny fakes and snakes got to go
[Chris Lowe]
Man, things ain't the same, now don't complain, I'm just against the grain
See my brain'll put that lick-a-shot shit to shame
I think we need to stick to bein black
So the next generation'll step up right on track (why?)
We gon' need 'em, so tell the truth, man don't cheat 'em
If shorties is hungry for that knowledge man then feed 'em
See I'm into that (yeah) I threw that in there, thought I'd mention that (huh)
Cause black knowledge is the scratch what we itchin at
Observe me, I hope a lot of y'all heard me
Cause every city, everywhere, niggaz is still dirty
Clean up your act, baby wash your back
Tell 'em soul brothers don't be really actin like that
It's just the weather, I'm thinkin precisely, whatever
Still lookin behind me (why?) cause some niggaz is some-timey
While I'm still the same, year after year with the same name
Forever steady, we'll get together when you ready
What's the deal?
Real rap y'knahmsayin? All the real MC's man, step up
[Lowe] Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go - what's the deal?
Only the real beats man, only the real heads, real MC's, real rhymes
[Lowe] Y'all know them funny fakes and snakes got to go
[Chris Lowe]
My voice contain the downright dirty lyrics
Bout to get me pissed off and just squash the whole spirit
of the raider raider, the crash test dummy data
Time for some change, the hip-hop influctuator
I'ma keep it simple, fat grooves that get you into
You gazin in space, so may the bass be wit'chu
Shoulders is shruggin, A&R's is like keep buggin
I'm beyond a thug, too deep to be dug
I'll be damned though, if I gots to pull the scandal
You lose your job, the business can't be handled (hah)
Ain't no breakin my back for contracts
and gettin disrespect (hell no) not for records (nah)
So what's the deal?
What's the deal, y'knahmsayin? You tell me
[Lowe] Y'all know them funny fakes and snakes got to go - what's the deal?
Shit, you tell me, what's the deal baby
[Lowe] Y'all know them funny fakes and snakes got to go - what's the deal?