Gang Starr | Lyrics | Mass Appeal

What's wrong when I rap with the mass appeal?
What's wrong when I rap with the mass appeal?
What's wrong when I rap with the mass appeal?
What's wrong when I rap with the mass appeal?

No way you'll never make it, come with the weak s***, I break kids
Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya
Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass
A lot of rappers be like one time wonders
Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under
Their noses, I hate those motherfuckin' posers

But I'm so real to them it's scary
And with my unique skills, nah, you can't compare me
And no we don't make wack tracks
And all the suckers get pushed back when I'm kickin real facts

I represent set up s*** like a tent boy
You're paranoid 'cuz you're my son like elroy
And you'd be happy as hell to get a record deal
Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal

What's wrong when I rap with the mass appeal
What's wrong when I rap with the mass appeal?
Mass appeal

Oh, yes, I'm greater than all MC's
When I breeeze give me room please
I be like fascinatin' when I be updatin'
Cuttin' off wack kids, pullin' their trump cards
I thump hard, and make 'em say that I'm God
Niggaz be pretendin' they hardcore
Never know the meaning of real hardcore

But I get props like a slogan and no man
Could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam
Lyrically def and connectin' complete mic wreckin'
No double checkin' vocals kill like weapons
But if I have to I go all out with no mic

Yeah, that's right 'cuz I survived mad fights
And for my peeps I truly care
'Cuz without some of them I wouldn't be here
And they all know how I feel
'Cuz suckers be like playin' themselves to have mass appeal

What's wrong when I rap with the mass appeal
What's wrong when I rap with the mass appeal?
What's wrong when I rap with the mass appeal?
What's wrong when I rap with the mass appeal?

I know I'm dope but don't wet that
I've suffered setbacks but now I'm makin' greenbacks
Just like baggy slacks I'm crazy hiphop
Check one two and you don't stop
Your head'll bop when I drop my crop
Of pure bomb, just like the seashore I'm calm
Wild, with my monotone style

Because I don't need gimmicks
Gimme a fly beat and I'm all in it
Word is bond I go on and on
For you it's tragic I got magic like wands

So I'ma end this lecture and I betcha
Those who kick dirt and do time I'm gonna get cha
'Cuz I be kickin' the real
While they be losin' the race tryin' to chase mass appeal

What's wrong when I rap with the mass appeal?
What's wrong when I rap with the mass appeal?
What's wrong when I rap with the mass appeal?
What's wrong when I rap with the mass appeal?
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