Lyrics
Let's play a game called "you agree"
'Cause nothin' was created in disagreement, see
And if I didn't try to school you, I'd be remiss
You know what?
Why should I do that when I can do this?
(Do this)
(Boom shakalakala boom)
This drummer wicked
(Do this)
You were just conceived on a Friday night
I was on stage wasting brothers in a real fight
Everytime they copped my space down I worked it harder
Stripped down to my underwear and spanked them like they father
Never before had people seen a vision so bizarre
Play a hand that's equal to mine
Uh, look at my cards I heard your little groove and I raised you another
On a Sunday morning would you play that smack for your mother?
Huh, I believe you would think otherwise
A few CDs from now when the software that you're banging's not alive
In a real battle those loops y'all got suffer TKO's
Until you're playing in front of 70,000 you'll never know, nigga
This a grown folks job
All the young dogs need to recognize
If the world was God, the people need to use it with a third eye
Who? What? Why? Uh, lookout
And if I didn't try to school you, I would be remissed
Why should I do that when I can do this?
(If a nigga never stylin', who would I diss?)
Why should I do that when I can do this?
(Boom shakalakala boom)
This drummer wicked
Why should I do that when I can do this?
This drummer wicked
Why should I do that when I can do this?
Everytime I turn around there's another boot
Talking about what another boot can't do
Quiet as it's kept, everyone of you boots need to try to walk a mile in my shoes
I've had devils (out) try to take me out but I stand for the truth
So my words makes mo' dollars than sense on your hellavision or your radio
With this flow it just grows
Yo, ask Chuck D. - he know
He's been fightin' the "so called power" since the days of old