Suckers

Suckers

I'm not your average rapper so I can't half-step
I gotta come off right, I got Moe Dee rep
And I'mma live up to it, 'cause y'all can't do it
Other rappers have tried, but they blew it
There's a heavy demand for me 'cause I am the man you see
On stage and front pages, newspapers and TV
Radio stations don't play me enough
But it makes no difference 'cause I'm so rough
I'm tough either way you look at it
Rappers wish that they had it
As good as Moe Dee, that's why they try to be me
And what they become is a facsimile
Now people wanna see me, rappers wanna be me
Makin' new comparisons so why don't y'all just leave me alone
'Cause I own the microphone
And when it comes to rhymes, I'm bad to the bone
Suckers

Now I ask you who's the best and everybody replies
But if you guess I'm not the best
Your guess is wrong, it's a part five
Double up thoughts, think twice
But not about me being cool 'cause I'm ice, without a doubt
So predictable it's a shame
Although you can't predict the rhyme you can predict the aim
And before the rhyme is anywhere near through
You, just like the whole world knew
That I'd rock, no shock
Some rappers would jock, the way I rock
'Cause it's real and nothing phony
I can send a crowd into pandemonium
Lyrically equipped, so I can be choosy
Potent and deadly just like an Uzi
I can be strapped just from my rappin'
Because it's super high-powered, not like you saps
Suckers

It's been proven, history is made
The world gathered 'round to give me a parade
Records were set, dollars were bet
On me to emerge victorious, no sweat
Hustle or grind or search to find
Ideas and words to put in a rhyme design
Talented by me, but not for sale
Although there is a black market for biters but to no avail
Some can't read it, the rest can't say it
You have no choice but to love it and play it
Play it, rewrite it, and discreetly bite it
Although you don't want to, you can't fight it
'Cause you treat it like going to school, fool
And since I am the teacher, I make the rules
You're under my control and you're starting to bore me
I don't say I'm the best no more, you say it for me
Suckers

You silly boys with your plastic toy
Weak rhymes sometimes really annoy
A vet like me 'cause y'all are rookies
When I was teaching rap class, you played hooky
Now your records are fake, but from the dollars you make
It's hidden well like ice that hides a no-good cake
Since you're the cake, once the people get a taste
Of what you're really worth, they'll see you were a waste
With the, the newspaper types
Your name in big letters, but I'll still wipe
Up any of your rappers, and I mean any
In actuality it ain't but so many
That I can consider, a winning spot hitter
You rhyme like babies, and I am the sitter
Watching you children play a man's game
When they talk about the best, believe me your name
Is not ever mentioned, 'cause I get the attention
For being the baddest since the invention
Of rhyming on the microphone alone
I own the throne, you clone
Get off my phone, you're in the danger zone
You be so weak, your rhymes are bleak
You try to freak, you're meek and so you have to sneak
And then say you're better like a sucker instead of
Telling the truth, you'd rather let a
Metalhead who's never heard a real rhyme
Think that you're great, the blind leading the blind
Now the young hip-hoppers don't know what it's about
'Cause when rappers was real, they wasn't hanging out
Now they see you phony, Adidas Puma pony
Sneaker-wearing, no comparing to the one and only
Dark-skinned and leather, all of y'all together
Could team on up and battle me, y'all could never
Ever amount to what I am
'Cause I'm Kool Moe Dee, better known as the man
No matter how you suckers feel
I am the best, 'cause I'm for real
Suckers
Suckers