Much Ado - The blend

Well-have-ya'-heard-it-did-ya'-see-it-it-was-dope-couldn't-believe-it-

guess-it-was-one-of-those-things-that-ya'-had-to-be-there-to-feel-it-

type of hype I don’t like, so, tell someone that might

cos' maybe they’ll be interested and dumb enough to (Bite!)

It’s like fast food without the calories, a vibrator with no batteries,

a battle MC that gives compliments and apologies while he’s battling.

It baffles me, half of your rap’s straps, crack, and capped casualties

when in all actuality, you’ve never handled a piece or dealt calamity.

Oh can it be, that people can open their mouths

and drop a verse that’d grab you by the heart so deep and profound

while they ain’t got a clue of what the fuck they’re talkin' about,

just sayin' some shit, just to sound deep and profound

and get a crowd, talkin' about how bad your life is and how hard ya got it

while your livin' under a roof with money in your pocket.

I don’t understand it, how your takin' it for granted,

then again you don’t know what you got until it’s gone, granted.

Had it happen to my boy who had a message:

He wrote lyrics every night, despite his father who was against him

doin' hip hop, said it was a waste of time

and a beautiful mind, so he walked out the house to concentrate on rhymes

now if he listened to his dad and followed the family function

he’d be in the house much ado about nothin'.

Ya' say that you’re a gangsta' but ya ' never seen a gun kid,

sounds to me, ya much ado about nothin'

I got this girl’s number and I thought it would be somethin',

but she turned out to be much ado about nothin'.

Talkin' in my face, yea yea, keep it comin',

cos' when Adam shows up, you’re much ado about nothin'.

A few ado about somethin' and handle

their business, here, let me give an example:

I was with the crew gettin' down and shwilled

at a party havin' a good time up until

this kid walked in with the Iceberg Sweater,

Suburban fabulous, all about the glitter.

I didn’t know what to think or let alone figure

when he approached me, «What up my ------«.

Had to educate him, had to let him know

that that might’ve slid by in 1904

opposed to two, double o five, right now

afro-centric in the present and I will throw down.

Insult the brown, I don’t stand still and act chill,

I hit harder than an overdose of Advil.

Back to this kid yappin' and actin',

throwin' the N-word round and laughin',

I asked him, cool as I could,

to not use the word «around me, kid, understood».

He said, «I can use any word that I want

and if ya' gettin' pissed off, that’s ya' fault»

Well hold up, picked up the phone, (blaow!)

called Daddy Rocks, it’s on.

He killed his Keystone, hopped out Delta Chi,

I told N-word boy that we should discuss this outside.

Didn’t wanna fight or brawl,

I’d rather communicate and keep it calm.

He was pretty cool, collective, and patient,

but he kept usin' the word in the conversation.

I couldn’t contain it, I was losin' my brain and

The next thing I know I’m swingin' like Roy Jones.

He hit the pavement, floored, bleedin' of course,

Daddy Rocks hopped off the back porch to serve more.

Bet yo bottom dollar

from then on he would think twice not to

drop a word like that, because I stood up for somethin'.

Ya ghetto façade ain’t nothin'.

Don’t talk how ya heard it and word it,

walk and dress up just like ya seen it,

cos’ya might run into the originals

and get them heated

when ya steal a style, based off of stereotype assumptions

Get that ass rocked, much ado about nothin'