Bad Name - Remix

This is a PSA announcement

DJ Premier is on the ones and motherfuckin' twos

Yo, listen up all my children

Yo, Gang Starr's in the building

Yo, Red and Meth in the building

I hate tellin' good people bad news (let's get 'em)

Word to God, if Big and 'Pac were still here

Some of these weirdos wouldn't act so cavalier

We all know that the game has changed

It's crazy out here and rap's got a bad name (get 'em)

Think about it, what if bling never happened

And the true artists were gettin' rich from rappin'?

Word to God, somethin' should give

Let's delete the politics so real hip-hop can live

Beef is what's up now, careers are gettin' shut down

The media wants something meaty, people are fuckin' greedy

Music and culture is like a foreign language

You'd be better off stagin' a fake beef in Spanglish

Compadre, can you handle the whole weight?

Ay, Dios míos, watch 'em swallow your whole plate

You used to support your fam off of this

Now you can't even buy SPAM off of this

And I don't deal with swine, I ain't Dr. Phil

I'll truly help you heal your mind

Nowadays it's like everybody's losin' it

Instead of them preservin' this gift, they're all abusin' it

It's mad drama, they want us reachin' for the llamas

Causin' hysteria, the new hip-hop criteria

And they forgot about the blood, sweat and tears

Now we see the results of all the blunts, chicks and beers

Word to God, if Big and 'Pac were still here

Some of these weirdos wouldn't act so cavalier (let's go)

We all know that the game has changed

It's crazy out here and rap's got a bad name (get 'em)

Think about it, what if bling never happened

And the true artists were gettin' rich from rappin'?

Word to God, somethin' should give (oh!)

Let's delete the politics so real hip-hop can live

What you know about hip-hop?

Steppin' on stage, controllin' a crowd with no lipsyncin'

Me, I got flows, punchlines like Tyson, the non-believers?

I'ma Mitch Green 'em

90's era, I look back, everybody had to pen right and cook crack

Nowadays, when I hear bars, I watch URL

If Big L was here, you wouldn't act so cavalier (where you at, nigga?)

Little niggas beef on the internet

Big boys beef when the bread incorrect (yes sir)

Overall, most of these niggas only beef with Mom

When they bring extra dinner guests

What happened to the street code? (street code)

Media gave niggas a cheat code

Respect first, beast mode (grr)

Behind these bars, I'ma get charged with the Rico

'Cause everything raw, don't read Robb Reports

Niggas report to me who got robbed (woo)

And brick city is the hood I'm from

Gotta teach dem youth or they kill you, son

Word to God, if Guru were still here

A lot of you weirdos wouldn't have a real career

Just wannabe gangsters, but you wouldn't have Premier

Back in my day, these wanksters, they wouldn't last a year

Did it my way, I'm high like I'm Smokey on a Friday

It ain't about this money or the smoke, mi no hable

Tú sabe', game done gone ape, too Harambe

I flipped when I found out that whole group was Sade (what?)

Too many MCs and not enough rhyme play

I used to love her, now they treat her like a side bae

But she still F with me the long way, my long drawers come off

She gonna have a long day

Now keep the children outta harm's way

Sunday Service, take another sniff of Kan's yay

The right message but you took it all the wrong way

Get in your feelings every time you hear the song say

Word to God, if Big and Pac were still here

I hate tellin' good people