I Don't Understand It

[Verse 1]

There are too many MCs who are overrated!

You ask me, they wasn't even supposed to make it

In the rap biz, they don't know what rap is

So give it up, become a actor or a actress

Or a producer, 'cause you fail to use the

Mic right, so take flight 'fore I bruise ya

For sayin' those bull crap wack raps on wax

You need to get smacked, sit back and rip that contract

Ayo, I'm serious! Big L ain't playin' games

I should get foul and buckwild, and start sayin' names

But deep down inside, you know who you are

Your rhymes are not up to par, you fake superstar

And that really gets on my nerve

When a rapper gets the credit that he don't deserve

Goin' platinum, and don't have no soul

Some rappers are mad nice and don't even go gold

I don't like the way it's goin' down

Because it should be the other way around

[Chorus]

I don't understand it! (I don't understand it!)

I don't understand it! (I don't understand it!)

I don't understand it! (I don't understand it!)

How MCs take this rap game for granted

[Verse 2]

MCs, what's goin on?!

I don't understand, man, how rappers cold transform

One minute, you're hardcore and raw

That's what you was known for, but not no more

You changed, you rearranged, you're not the same

Your raps are plain, that explain why you lost your fame

Used to be on top, then you fell like rain drops

You turned pop, now you no longer gain props

Whose fault is that? Nobody's but your own, black

Used to make phat tracks, jack, but now you're stone wack

So MCs don't ever step out your range

Remain the same, and only change with the time

Or else you'll get dropped like a dime

Go for yours like I'm goin' for mine

But if you're rough, stay rough! If you're dap, stay dapper!

And never try to look or even sound like another rapper!

Just fulfill your own needs

Some rappers wore gold chains, and now they're wearin' beads?

[Chorus]

I don't understand it! (I don't understand it!)

I don't understand it! (I don't understand it!)

I don't understand it! (I don't understand it!)

How MCs take this rap game for granted

I don't understand it! (I don't understand it!)

I don't understand it! (I don't understand it!)

I don't understand it! (I don't understand it!)

How MCs take this rap game for granted

[Verse 3]

This is how it should be done!

I'm not the one, and my raps are strong like rum

But some MCs grab the mic and sound dumb, plus slum

(How come?!) Rap skills, they have none!

And I wonder how the hell they records sell

They raps are stale and frail, and false like fairy tales

Your technique and everythin' you speak's weak

You got a little airplay because of your beats

Your fame and your name, but your lyrics are lame, black

Step to this and get ran over like a train tracks

Your raps are poor to wack, and you went on tour with that crap

Don't understand it, 'cause rhyme skills you lack

I got more soul than Nike Airs, givin' MCs nightmares

Rappers be frontin' hard, and rhymes — they don't write theirs

But still call themselves MCs?

Please! How could that be?!

[Chorus]

I don't understand it! (I don't understand it!)

I don't understand it! (I don't understand it!)

I don't understand it! (I don't understand it!)

How MCs take this rap game for granted

I don't understand it! (I don't understand it!)

I don't understand it! (I don't understand it!)

I don't understand it! (I don't understand it!)

How MCs take this rap game for granted