Letra de Supa Emcees (Live Version)
Hey, whatever happened to the MCs Times done changed for the MCs Every woman and man wanna MC But for what, I tell you MC-ing ain't for you!Hey, whatever happened to the MCs Times done changed for the MCs Every woman and man wanna MC But for what, I tell you MC-ing ain't for you!Man, I'm on the set like the flicks, so let your cameras flash A splash bigger than whales, I'm makin' monsters mash Spit Pinocchio's Theory when shit be lookin' weary I need rest, but I boogie for now, I'm on some messLike the best, mics respond to me Livin' days like dreams of specializin' in the art that pays I be a mystic for life, so check my ID number Emcees be needin' dough while I make bread like WonderYes, that's what you heard, so save that actin' for the screen See, you can-can that madness with the beans I bust emcees like lies, surprise 'em out the box Put away the soda pops, I'd rather rum on the rocksA dime-getter tried to get what I got—for what? I guess other folks' cash makes the lovin' come phat But I'm past all of that, it's time to break with the breeze Get to your knees—here come the Supa Emcees!"Hey, whatever happened to the MCs Times done changed for the MCs Every woman and man wanna MC But for what, I tell you MC-ing ain't for you!Whatever happened to the MCs Times done changed for the MCs Every woman and man wanna MC But for what, I tell you MC-ing ain't for you!Let me hear you say we came through for them C'mon (we came through for them) Let me hear you say whine me up Everybody (whine me up)Let me hear you say we came through for them C'mon (we came through for them) Let me hear you say whine me up Everybody (whine me up)Within this program of rap, I'll eradicate the glitches Yo, I'm dark like Wesley, but I be sparkin' more bitches Enterin' my constellation puts your lives in jeopardy While you others represent, I present my repCause when it comes to makin' dents, I'm that main imprint Even smoked from blunts that give eyes the reddish tint Could not prevent you from seein' I'm the light But bring attention to my words like some ass in tightsI heard you wanna fight me with your words on stage So Mase pulls that instrumental from the jam you made And as he starts cuttin' what you sold, I'll talk all over your tones As if my name was Pete Rock or Sean 'Puffy' CombsSend your tattered ass home, with celly phones I roam With my fleet, here to make this rap game complete While you live fables, unstable, actin' very radical Projectin' like you're hard, when in fact you're quite vaginal!Whatever happened to the MCs Times done changed for the MCs Every woman and man wanna MC But for what, I tell you MC-ing ain't for you!Hey, whatever happened to the MCs Times done changed for the MCs Every woman and man wanna MC But for what, I tell you MC-ing ain't for you!