[Hook 1] It's OK, you ain't got to live the life of a thug It's OK, you ain't got to rhyme about selling drugs It's OK, you ain't got to fit a commercial niche It's OK, you ain't got to call your sister no bitch It's OK, you ain't got to play the role of the fool It's OK, you can be dope and still finish school It's OK, you ain't got to glorify what's wrong It's OK, you ain't got to sample RnB songs
[Verse 2] All these half-pint niggas is followers They could never measure up to a liter, they be the Same sorry negros who try to convey That it's all good, nah brother, it's just OK Now on the mic like a leper I leave people petrified Rip a rappers rep and pride, and tell him step aside Brothers running while we rushing like Pushkin Attack like a push pin, I push pins cross the paper But D be dodging the dotted, making grants But holding off at the hancock Getting grants and building up a fan block Of hardcore heads who gotta see their man rock So should a sucker their step to oppose us The crowd might stone him to death like Moses Crew'll kick a nigga smack dead in the ass crack For trying to attack with weakass wisecracks But me I just battle back with lyrical technique More deadly than ass kick and letting a tech speak The Capital, can't cap Capital's capital So Capital gains and maintains a rapid flow Of currency changing hands within the community Now currently Polygram and Sony are suing me But I passed the polygraph, these labels ain't screwing me D ain't polygamous to polemic for politics A sodomist's gonorrhea would burn like Sodom and Gomorrah So we ain't a whore to companies for a quarter Underground and independent, I'm a direct descendant Of the first pioneer while suckers perspire fear Hoping that they get re-signed for the next year I stay at least a leg up on em like a pap-smear Don't even rap near, Capital D, you best stand clear
[Hook 2] It's OK, you ain't got to live a life a crime It's OK, you ain't got to be a sucker to rhyme It's OK, you ain't got to dance in your videos It's OK, you ain't got to chill with 2 dollar hoes It's OK, you ain't got to holler out keep it real It's OK, you can be dope and kick what you feel It's OK, you ain't got to wish that you was a star It's OK, all you got to do is be who you are It's OK, ya'll It's OK
[Hook 1] It's OK, you ain't got to live the life of a thug You ain't got to rhyme about selling drugs You ain't got to fit a commercial niche And you ain't got to call your sister no bitch You ain't got to play the role of the fool You can be dope and still finish school You ain't got to glorify what's wrong And you ain't got to sample RnB songs
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Beat contains sample of Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II
The March of the Siamese Children
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