Tim Dog, Kool Keith - I Ain't Having It lyrics

Awe yea we about to rip this shit up correct
But before we do, I just want to say
That there is a lot of wack rappers out here
There's a lot of happy rappers out here
There's a lot of over
Commercial rappers out here
And me and my crew, we promise, as long as
We get a chance to speak about it, we would
So I'm about to turn the mic
Over to my man Rhythm-X
Otherwise known as Kool Kieth
And he's about to get on
The mother fucking mic
And say what the fuck he
Hates about this business
A yo Kieth, take it away
Yea, it's been a fucking long time
When Ultra was out fucking everybody knew me
Calling me, calling me
Bugging me, bugging me
But now they don't now
Because I don't have a hit out
With all this bullshit
This happy wack shit out
Suckers at the party, rappers stay jealous
Steady on my tip
While I'm hanging with the fellas
Walking through the Bronx and
With my boots stomping very, very mad
Stupid, I ain't glad
Rappers have the money that I
Should of made and had
Watching this village bound hippy rap
These cartoon groups with that silly rap
Kicking those rhymes that say nothing
Promoted I was, I knew I wasn't
But watch out next time look for the X rhyme
This year, Dog i ain't having it

Yo, I want all ya out there to suck my dick
Cause, I came a long way, mother fuckers
And I want the next man to get up on the mic
And speak what the fuck he feels like
Rap, it's a trade that won't quit
Every mother fucker want to make a hit
Using big words, using small words
Using no words, but that's absurd
But metaphor has yet to be done
Attempted by few, but stressed by none
Well I'm Dog and I'm here to say
That hardcore is here to stay
Look at all this pop rap, this happy rap
This wack ass rap
No more selling the fuck out
It's time to get the mother fucking hell out
And if I got to diss every MC huh, let it be
Why do you think every hardcore
Rapper doesn't get paid but gets remade
And then he got to sell the
Fuck out just to make money it ain't funny
There's a certain plot to the scheme
Killing the American dream
We can do what we want to do
Rap the way we want to rap
Whether your good or wack
But, if the wack rappers got to get the mint
While I'm struggling to pay the rent
Fuck that shit I got to be a criminal
I'm telling you the message is subliminal
I'm not going out like that
Yea, I ain't having it

Yea, I want all ya mother fuckers
Out there to kiss my ass
Cause y'all some wack mother fuckers, ya know
All you mother fuckers walking around
Focusing on a gimmick
Wearing polka dots, putting dye in your hair
Like you got it going on your shit is wack
I'll tell you to your face
I want you to know that rap is
For real, rap is from the street
Rap is nothing you can take it to a
Market and market it as a gimmick
Rap is nothing you can take it to
Arenas and sell it as a dancer
Rap is nothing you can put it in
A movie with a bunch of turtles
Rap is some real hardcore shit and
If you ain't dealing with rap
You ain't dealing with the streets
And if you ain't dealing with the streets
You ain't dealing with rap and we wanna say
Fuck you and I'm out of here