Dedication

[Tajai]<br>To everyone who bit material and ran with it<br>Punk I see you<br>None of you can escape my view<br>To all the off beat rappers, fuck your lyrics<br>Learn your lyrics for you bust your lyrics<br>Especially to niggaz who front like they freestylin`<br>With that rearranged rehearsed verse you fuckin lames<br>This goes to fake niggaz with corny shows<br>I paid 40 bones just to watch you front and pose<br>To all these wannabe dyke bitches actin like bitches<br>All I wanted was some fire for this weed I twisted<br>To the cats thinkin they touchin me<br>That`s absurd<br>Oakland, Cali, perhaps you heard<br>To the so-called theorists<br>This here is about vibes and spirit<br>And anybody can feel it when they hear it<br>To the rap critic<br>You fuckin herb<br>Fuck you, your review and your SAT verb<br><br>[Goapele - chorus]<br>Fakers<br>Hosers<br>Losers<br>Haters<br><br>[Tajai]<br>To these ol` new booty rappers screamin` back in the day<br>You think old school is Special Ed and Big Daddy Kane<br>To these video hoes swearin` that you models<br>Then why you suckin for cash and gettin fucked with champagne bottles<br>To the whiteboy rappers<br>Keep it true<br>I ain`t forgot, there was a time when yo ass would get mine<br>To this head claimin freestyle king, write a song<br>I ain`t tryin to hear you rhyme about the crowd all night long<br>To the wannabe thug, thinkin` cornrows and tats<br>Would it keep me, from breakin my foot up in yo ass?<br>To these record execs hidin behind contracts<br>Watch ya back, stay strapped, you snakes, you rats<br>To these hangers-on and yes men<br>Screamin about the guests list<br>Guess what, you can get this dick<br>To these revolutionaries who ain`t went to Training Day<br>You think the block`s innocents can keep you out of harm`s way?<br><br>[Goapele - chorus]<br><br>[Tajai]<br>To these cowards posin with guns thinkin that`s going to stop me<br>Your soul is now my property, you should`ve shot me<br>To these half naked hookers, man be starin<br>Put some clothes on then we won`t have nothing to stare at<br>To these rappin ass show promoters, please don`t flow<br>Just introduce me and collect my dough<br>To these ol` internet busters, come up and speak<br>In fact, don`t come up and speak, you might get your ass beat<br>To the hype man, who don`t know his rapper`s rhymes<br>Got `em runnin` out of breath or leavin` blank spots half the time<br>To these cats with these heavy chains heavyweight tools<br>I went to college I`m tryin to pay to graduate school<br>To these players, these hoe payers<br>You ain`t a pimp, you a trick<br>We make `em pay for the dick<br>Now to these hoes that think they gonna get some of my bread<br>I made this money and I`ma keep it right there<br><br>[Goapele - chorus]<br><br>[Tajai]<br>To these quote an quote underground cats<br>Guess what, you went commercial soon as you sold your first rap<br>To the stations claimin there where hip hop lives<br>Hip hop lives in the streets, you be the dick<br>To the cat in the crowd who wanna wear a flown<br>Why don`t you go home or something, you`re a fuckin clown<br>To these Pac immitators, I hate to be a hater<br>But he was one of the greatest, and you can never duplicate him<br>To the dead beat daddies, you`re not a man<br>How you gone have your kids runnin `round without a dad<br>To the baby momma`s tryna find a man<br>Find yourself, you got more prince and matters in hand<br>To anyone who got a problem with what I say<br>The name is Tajai<br>Send all drama this way<br>To these jada folks screamin fuck hip hop<br>Fuck you motherfucka, I love hip hop