[Hook]
You got it from me, stop fooling
[Verse 1]
These fools is funny style
Dummies filed in flocks copy the funky child
I've done what I do since the dawn
Of a different era where a biter was banned with brawn
Never thought I'd spawn all these little Anacrons
The big buck never should've abandoned the fawns
Acting like doe's, concerned with your clothes over sk**
When that sick style you're sporting was stole from me
Don't believe it? Check the EP's
"Tight Jeans & Sneaks" was a '96 release
I flossed fashions foreign to hoods to feel unique
Not to fuel your femininity, you freakin' geeks
Cameras arm-length on the street in a group
Models posing, Myspace profile photo shoots
How embarra**ing! Effin' nerds
Lame lambs led to slaughter with the rest of the herd
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Here he is, the mysterious
Curious enigma nigras need to take serious
Hear ye, hear ye, this is a myriad
Of musings made to question exclamations of this period
Clearly, it's an age where the ageless have found
That the underground was hype, now the hype is underground
It's sad that the dividend we used to bend the rules
Became an accessible trend in the end
Hipsters dressing like their Black friends to pretend
They been down; they barely started coming around
Moolie's meander in mandarin-colored tees
Rocking shutter-blind shades on the street n***a please
Get a grip! Learn about the culture
Before you meddle in the scene and bring it d**h like Sepultura
Mad at the machine with corporate sponsors on your team
Your un-scene is obscene
[Bridge]
We stay fresh like velamints
Hella bent ya'll are polluting the elements
You all about the scene and being a part of the herd
You ought to be seen and not heard