[Verse 1]
Nowadays the rap game's got me furious
I'm curious why all these rappers act so serious
Cool out, chill man, stop acting so mad
Or I'm kicking you out your group like I was Beyonce's dad (say my name, say my name)
His Hotness is bringing new views
Cause I'm sick of college dudes only feel Dave Matthews
Well I've been influenced from Run-DMC to Motley Crue
While y'all act ignorant like white people in FUBU
It's a brand new thing, no violence, no bling bling
I just love the fun in hip-hop so that's the style that I bring
So go and leave the anger and stress at work or at school
Cause that rules, it's not the hip-hoppest to act cool
And if you were real gangstas, you wouldn't talk on it
Y'all are liars, except for Mobb Deep, they seem honest
It's my time, so Mya, come sing after this line
I'm gonna go run through the suburbs, screaming out "Free Shyne!"
[Hook: Mya]
You's a bum bum, really really dumb dumb
You don't wanna f**k with me
Talk a lot of trash, got a mouth on your ass
Industry what what what what what what [x2]
[Verse 2]
Suburban knight, rhymes tight, blazes mics
No mention of gunfights, or platinum, ice
Future's bright like Maglites
You got me and D.E., we make it all of it nice
A black and white team like Crockett and Tubbs, Miami Vice
I'm not claiming a gang, I'm just screaming my name (Hot Karl!)
At the top of my lungs like I'm insane
I'm recording tracks in between all of my college classes
Spiky hair, studded belt, black rimmed glasses
So I'm considered too pretty to flow dirty and gritty
Stereotyped cause I'm from the suburbs and not the city
Visually I'm like cable cause only half of you get me
But then you heard the music and you turned half of a three-sixty
So I'm trying to keep it real and still stay funny
Influenced by hip-hop when I was younger so I studied
And made songs on four-tracks in high school with my buddies
Never thinking one day I'd spend all of Interscope's money
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I want the fun back in rap like it's 1985
Like Biz Markie or The Fat Boys, when they were all alive
You would think in the rap game we would all be one and equal
C'mon, I thought this was America, people!
But I still get weird looks like I should leave the scene
Cause I'm a bit clean-cut and I smile in magazines
And I'm not really that mean unless you fucking with my team
Wipe your eyes a couple times to realize what you are seeing
And I'm poking fun at people so you might want to fight me
Be happy you a celebrity, and take that shit lightly
Fuck! I'm like the Dirk Nowitzki of the rap game
While y'all are lame like Puff Daddy changing his name
So this is the manifesto to prove that I'm for real
Not a Johnny-Come-Lately who found himself a record deal
But for now you act bitter and you make me annoyed
Cause truth is I'm not acting, like Tyrese in "Baby Boy"
[Hook x2]
