Вершы: Black Eyed Peas. Bridging The Gap. Get Original.

What?

A lot of brothers, claimin' they hard
I grab the microphone and leave 'em scarred
But not scarred physically, more like scarred mentally
I correct your ego, I'ma show you how it go

'Cause you killin me, ain't no skill in you
With my hands on you I wouldn't be feelin' you
Yeah you platinum, but you whack as hell
I dubbed over your single like a Maxell

You need to stop now, get original
Start practicin', master your flow

You might as well, turn in your mic
And start collectin' dollars at the turnpike
'Cause the rhymes you kick, need to be fixed
But you couldn't even fix them in the mix
If you ate pebbles, your shit wouldn't rock
You one of them balloons made to go pop

You need to stop now, get original
Start practicin', master your flow
Stop now, get original, what?
Stop now, get original
Start practicin', master your flow

There is really nothin' you can do
We about to hit you in your face with my kung-fu
Risky on the microphone, I am
Got the energy of Goliath and Rovalynn

I'm about to let you know the deal on how I feel
Many people can't be real, so they gotta chase the steel
What the deal? Is it really all about the bills?
What's the thrill? I'd rather have my soul fulfilled

You gotta stop now, get original
Start practicin', master your flow

We delegate the skills to conversatin'
The loss of motivation of MC's to create
Sent it in for quick hit, waitin' for the break
You didn't pay your dues, so you got on Rikki Lake
How does it feel to be the man on top
When everythin' you got ain't any of your props?

You need to stop now, get original
Start practicin', master your flow
Stop now, get original, stop now, get original
Start practicin', master your flow

When you think about rap in it's entirety
Violence became variety
Silently personalities differ from what they try to be
2na be on the frontline, with rhyme shell I hit you

You're sluggish like a barbiturate
We can make you admit you bit
A hectic thrill, connect with Will
Then we create with the kung-fu collected skill

The checks get real, people think this shit is hunky-dory
It's another story while we be fightin' for redemption
Pimps and prostitutes get the break they need
With breakneck speed, the fakes succeed indeed

Thinkin' life is a party and it's a must to please
But many pop MC's work for Mephistopheles stop it please
Choppin' broccoli happily for your company
Publically sellin' Satan when really you should be bumpin' the truth

So stop now, get original
Just practice and master your flow