Funny Fake Snakes - Chris Lowe

So what’s the deal man, you think real rap gon’come back or what?

Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go

I’m sayin, I like what you doin man, this is new revolution

Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go Aight yo, dig it Real quick, let’s get intricate, deep dish

With sounds that get down through the speaker so clear

Crispy, y’all can’t miss me Catch me from the snare, trust the funk you just gon’hear

Now let’s take the trip on the journey of beats

Past the crates of the beloved and cheapskates that dub it This here funk was bred from the illest hip-hop head

You shellshocked, watch the bells rock

Trust me, the illest of the million dollar sellers won’t hurt me Now that’s mos def and most certainly

So mi amigos with the million dollar egos

Frontin played out, that shit corny like Cheetohs

Act, straight up black, no fake scam make ya thick thin

This nigga full blooded, nuttin mixed in (mm)

Accept it, ignorant off point, you gon’catch beef

I put that on the gap up in my front teeth (damn)

I’m top gauge, on the next page

Advice to the players, y’all save the ace of spades

Chris Lowe with the routine reality check

Ain’t no disrespect but I’m 'bout to cut the deck

What’s the deal?

Yo I dare somebody y’knahmsayin to just wreck the style

Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go — what’s the deal?

I dare you to diss though, knahmsayin, come up with that real shit

Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go — what’s the deal?

Come up with the real joints, knamsayin, come up with some real joints

Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go — what’s the deal man?

Real live, y’knahmsayin?

Real live

Y’all know them funny fakes and snakes got to go Man, things ain’t the same, now don’t complain, I’m just against the grain

See my brain’ll put that lick-a-shot shit to shame

I think we need to stick to bein black

So the next generation’ll step up right on track (why?)

We gon’need 'em, so tell the truth, man don’t cheat 'em

If shorties is hungry for that knowledge man then feed 'em

See I’m into that (yeah) I threw that in there, thought I’d mention that (huh)

Cause black knowledge is the scratch what we itchin at Observe me, I hope a lot of y’all heard me Cause every city, everywhere, niggaz is still dirty

Clean up your act, baby wash your back

Tell 'em soul brothers don’t be really actin like that

It’s just the weather, I’m thinkin precisely, whatever

Still lookin behind me (why?) cause some niggaz is some-timey

While I’m still the same, year after year with the same name

Forever steady, we’ll get together when you ready

What’s the deal?

Real rap y’knahmsayin?

All the real MC’s man, step up Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go — what’s the deal?

Only the real beats man, only the real heads, real MC’s, real rhymes

Y’all know them funny fakes and snakes got to go My voice contain the downright dirty lyrics

Bout to get me pissed off and just squash the whole spirit

of the raider raider, the crash test dummy data

Time for some change, the hip-hop influctuator

I’ma keep it simple, fat grooves that get you into

You gazin in space, so may the bass be wit’chu

Shoulders is shruggin, A&R's is like keep buggin

I’m beyond a thug, too deep to be dug

I’ll be damned though, if I gots to pull the scandal

You lose your job, the business can’t be handled (hah)

Ain’t no breakin my back for contracts

and gettin disrespect (hell no) not for records (nah)

So what’s the deal?

What’s the deal, y’knahmsayin?

You tell me

Y’all know them funny fakes and snakes got to go — what’s the deal?

Shit, you tell me, what’s the deal baby

Y’all know them funny fakes and snakes got to go — what’s the deal?