THE REVEREND WILLIAM BURK - Mc's Claim lyrics

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[Intro: The Reverend William Burk]Yeah, yeahAh, ahYo, yo, yo[The Reverend William Burk]All these phony rappers engaged in rhyme boutsStand out like a white broad in a black muslim's houseSupport (?) in their mouth, eatin' swineDude on the couch should be down for the countIf he ever battle me, no doubtThe crowd never shouts when you rhyme, they only check for the timeAnd sit there starin' at you, quiet as mimesYou wonderin' why they so silent, nobody's clappin'Nobody's cheerin', nobody's likin' your rappin'The reason why is because I ripped it before youNow they're loyal to me and treatin' me like royaltyDo we have to make that clown from ApolloChase you of the stage just to make you go? You're movin' to slowGood try though, hope you learned somethingB U from these events R K's never frontin'I keep it movin' better than the average humanWith these lyrics I be usin' and the shows that I be doin'Although I'm losin' my mind from all these MC's abusin' rhymesUsin' the same lines, bitin' should be a crimeYou should do time for not bein' originalBein' a criminal, certain individuals are pitifulI'm not gonna say any names 'cause that causes drama*Cough* Get it, dramaTupac is probably turnin' over in his graveThinkin' to himself "Damn, what's goin' on these days!"Actually it's kinda funnyHow every other video I see on BET is cash moneyNot these guys again, talkin' bout the ice againIs that all you write with pensI'm just gettin' tired of hearin' the same contentNinety percent of it's ritualized nonsenseBattle me to see a real MC in actionI dare you, I bet you I stop all your braggin'[Chorus: The Reverend William Burk]There's lots of MC's who claim that they thugsClaim they got guns, but actually they don'tThere's a lot of MC's who claim they got lootClaim that they'll shoot, but actually they won'tThere's a lot of MC's who claim that they hardBut the truth is, they got nothin' on the GodThere's a lot of MC's who claim that they hotClaim that they the bomb, but actually they not[The Reverend William Burk]There's no limit to my +Def Jams+I'm so loud that the crowd had to cover their ears with both handsIt's every man for himself, nobody's gonna helpThey're tryin' to get to the top alone, noone elseSo what am I supposed to do to get up in this industry?Pick the lock on the back door and break into it?I don't think that's a good idea, 'cause if I do thatI might get mad and once I'm inside I'll take a hostageAnd threaten to shoot him because his lyrics are garbageUnless the crowd boos him and then you all acknowledgeI've got more vocabulary than your school libraryVery revolutionary, military, visionaryI murder lames like Orenthal JamesDid Nicole and Ron Goldman and claim I was framedThen get Johnnie Coch' as my lawyer(?) to the jury "You see this man who stands before ye?He didn't murder all them MC's on purposeHe did it because the music business is a circus"What really gets on my nerves is all these worthlessMC's who spit garbage for versesYou cats are doing the culture a disserviceI wouldn't care if I did put y'all in hearsesThen there'd be more room for the conscious MC'sThen there'd be more room for the revolutionariesWho hate fake rappers and X-Men like Halle BerryThis is for the brothers never holdin' back on commentaryWe hold it down from the first to the last wordIn every sentence, and we takin' out the trashYe heard?[Chorus x2][Outro: The Reverend William Burk]But they notUh uhB U, R KAll day