Never do what they do, what they do, what they do Yo, yo

Lost generation, fast paced nation

World population confront they frustration

The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken

It's all contractual and about money makin'

Pretend-to-be cats don't seem to know they limitation

Exact replication and false representation

You wanna be a man? Then stand your own

To emcee requires skills; I demand some shown

I let the frauds keep frontin'

And roam like a cellular phone far from home

Givin' crowds what they wantin'

Official hip-hop consumption, the fifth thumpin'

Keepin' ya party jumpin' with an original somethin'

Yo, I dedicate this to the one dimensional

No imagination, excuse for perpetration

My man came over and said, "Yo, we thought we heard you"

Joke's on you; you heard a bitin'-ass crew, but um Never do what they do, what they do, what they do Thin is the line that run between love and hatred

The game is ill-natured; it's nothing sacred

Aiyyo, it's funny when I see some rap niggas due to make it

A few'll blow up, or go as far as they can take it

My nine to five is just to hit ya; get the party live

I'm black thought, used to rap for sport

Now the rhymes sayin' rent payin' life support

I take it very seriously within this industry

It's various crews that try to touch me

But I come with the beautiful things, and I bless the track plushly

Around the world crowds love me, from doin' tours

Recipient of applause from all of you and yours

Creator of original sounds to send to stores

You take home to absorb and sweat it out your pores

Now, who can stop the music runnin' through these veins?

Infinitely go against the grain; that's why my motto's to Never do what they do, what they do, what they do Livin' the life of limos and lights

Airplanes and trains, short days and long nights

Keyboards and mics, bass chords and drum kicks

And my mental thick to hit my head like brick

As I embark on a mission welcomin' to the dark

When I first spark the arts, when the listenin' start

Open your head wide, and let the thought inside

My style fortified by all of Philadel-phi

I've dealt more stealth than all the wicked wealthy

Mentality undetectable by the naked eye

Then I get paid when the record is played

To put it short "I want it made" like Ed; 'nuff said

Then after that, I'm puttin' on my cousin Hamed

We let the ladies blend with the dark skin thoroughbred

And discover my level is that of no other

And Roots crew reign official and true while I'm continuin' to Never do what they do, what they do, what they do