Clap Kick Flow - Pete Philly, Perquisite

Hi-hat, hi-hat, hi-hat, hi-hat

Kick, kick, kick, clap, kick, clap

Kick, clap, shaker, shaker

I used to live on Broke Avenue

Now I’m moving towards middle class

Pussy galore now

Used to catch little ass

They always told me:

«Yo this rap thing, it’ll pass.»

Now it brings me cash

And people want my autograph

I know I ought to laugh

But yo I take it serious

I mean years from now

I still want people to be hearing this

In it for the fame?

Huh, you delirious?

Look at this wack industry

And how queer it is

MC’s acting like girls

Talking 'bout jewelry

Fashion-statements, with no Tom foolery

Is this industry fooling me

Or schooling me that I need to be

Something I don’t really need to be?

See I’m like LL Cool J in the eighties

Respect from the hiphop fans

And love from the ladies

It’s probably

Because I treat songs like babies

I birth them, then nurse them

Through every new verse mand, man

And that’s how it goes

Everytime I hear a rhythm

I just start to flow