Ghetto Music

If you like the sound of what you've heard so far...

You're tuned into that easy listening sound

With a cap and gown, not a crown

No glitter, no makeup

Just smashin lyrics, that make up

The B, D, and the P

You pay for the hits, the advice is free

In this industry, we gotta grow

Commercial some go, but you know

Just as important as they are

So is the underground superstar (like me)

You gotta ask yourself one question

Do I speak facts, or do I start guessin?

Learn the lesson, before you plan your career

Commercial or underground, where

Do you fit, cause both sides write hits

And all is rap, I'll admit

But what I've come to explain

Is that these people LOVE to play a game

They wanna make it seem like YOU'RE WRONG

For writin the reality song

(Don't touch those issues, don't talk

About that

We don't acknowledge rap)

What? They want you on their bases

Cause if you bring out the brown you're racist

But if you bring out the pink, well wait, it's okay

Yeah, they won't stop it

I guess it's alright to act demonic

I guess it's alright to act demonic

But that's another chapter, in another book

I've come to show a different look

And that look is the whole of rap

Not just the commercial pack

But the underground, that raw ghetto sound

From which rap music was found

So you can't deny it, you cannot refuse it

I'll be rockin that ghetto music

People keep tellin me, "Kris

You need more radio, yeah man that's the way to go

You gotta be like so-and-so to go platinum"

Then I attack them

I rhyme for the ghetto, I teach the ghetto

I cannot let go, change up? Heck no

In the ghetto, I stay mellow

We're in effect yo, ready set go

Fresh for 1989 you suckers

Peace to PE and the Jungle Brothers