Big L - I Don't Understand It lyrics

There are too many MC's 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
A yo, 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

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 MC's take this rap game for granted

MC's 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 MC's, 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?

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 MC's take this rap game for granted

This is how it should be done!
I'm not the one
And my raps are strong like rum
But some MC's 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 track
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' MC's nightmares
Rappers be frontin' hard
And rhymes they don't write theirs
But still call themselves MC's?
Please! How could that be?

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 MC's take this rap game for granted