Outside of me, you try to picture me
Young and black, that ain't no mystery
But inside runs deep like an ocean
You couldn't understand if I spoke in slow motion
I'm tryin like hell to get some results
But you can bet your ass that it's difficult
They try to keep it down, because I talk to a beat
in other words, because I try to TEACH
But if I talk that yang-yang shit
like "U Can't Touch This," that shit'll hit
Don't we have any morals anymore?
Or did rap take the toll out the fuckin door?
Well if it did, hardcore's back to claim it
I'ma take it, change it, FUCK IT, rename it
I got the plan, now let's make it effective
You hip-hoppers you GOT to be selective
And stop lettin that BULLSHIT slide for rap
Can't you see that it's a brainwash.. trap?