Songtexte: Jin. So Afraid.

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[Hook:]
Most of ya'll all sound the same
With ya fancy cars and ya diamond rings
Don't you know it's about to change?
What are you so afraid of?

The MC, master of ceremonies
My pen be faster, how dare you phonies?
That tempt me run back and tell ya cronies
How I gently mack the tenderonies (woo)
The DJ, the crowd motivator (uh huh)
We don't cross-over we cross faders
Outrageous, divine motion
Record scratchin me calamine lotion
B-Boys high as your hands reach (uh huh)
Bombed them with two aerosol cans each
This for the future, past, and the present
I'm takin this rap thing back to the essence

[Hook (x2)]

I rip out your tonsil now you feelin it
Hip hop is dead, you responsible for killin' it
I've been sent to avenge the death
Breath life into the game defend what's left
They remind me of you, minus the deal (deal)
You remind me of me, minus the skill
Every new week comes a song
Til the next one hit wonder comes along
Ya video is on 106 and TRL? (uh huh)
Does that mean that your shit gon' sell? (uh uh)
Honestly this joint prolly won't top the charts (nah)
Cuz I ain't all up in the club and I ain't bout to start

[Hook (x2)]

Radio suckas neva play me
It's all good ya'll don't pay me
Even though I wanna cash in
Rather have loyalty to Jin
Than royalties for spins
Sell ya soul for joints and jams
Til you fall off and disappoint ya fans
They'll let you know the minute you forget
You in it for the check or you in it for respect
I'm tryin to get both and not fail to connect
With each one of ya'll so my sales are direct
And me not tryin to sound all righteous
I know a lot of ya'll got a feel just like this

[Hook (x2)]