Black Eyed Peas - Get Original Lyrics
What?[verse one]A lot of brothers, claimin they hard (huh? )I grab the microphone and leave em scarred (scarred)But not scarred physically (what? )More like scarred mentally (yeah)I correct your ego (your ego? )Ima show you how it go {*scratch go*}Cause you killin me, aint no skill in youWith my hands on you I wouldnt be feelin youYeah you platinum, but you wack as hellI dubbed over your single like a maxellYou need to* stop now, get originalStart practicin, master your flowYou might as well, turn in your micAnd start collectin dollars at the turnpikeCause the rhymes you kick, need to be fixedBut you couldnt even fix them {*scratch in the mix*}If you ate pebbles, your shit wouldnt rockYou one of them balloons made to go popYou need to* stop now, get originalStart practicin, master your flowStop now, get originalWhaaat?* stop now, get originalStart practicin, master your flow[verse two]There is really nothin you can doWe about to hit you in your face with my kung-fuRisky on the microphone, I amGot the energy of (? ? ) and (? ? )Im about to let you know the deal on how I feelMany people cant be real, so they gotta chase the steelWhat the deal? is it really all about the bills?Whats the thrill? Id rather have my soul fulfilledYou gotta* stop now, get originalStart practicin, master your flowWe delegate the skills to conversatingThe loss of motivation of mcs to createSent it in for quick hit, waitin for the breakYou didnt pay your dues, so you got on rikki lakeHow does it feel to be the man on topWhen everything you got aint any of your props?You need to* stop now, get originalStart practicin, master your flowStop now, get original* stop now, get originalStart practicin, master your flow[verse three - chali 2na]When you think about rap in its entiretyViolence became varietySilently personalities differ from what they try to be2na be on the frontline, with rhyme shell I hit youYoure sluggish like a barbituateWe can make you admit you bitA hectic thrill, connect with willAnd we create with the kung-fu collective skillThe checks get real, people think this shit is hunky-doryIts another story while we be fightin for re--demption pimps and prostitutes get the break they needWith breakneck speed, the fakes succeed indeedThinkin life is a party and its a must to pleaseBut many pop mcs work for mephistopheles stop it pleaseChoppin broccoli happily for your companyPublically sellin satan when really you should be bumpin the truthSo stop now* stop now, get originalJust practice and master your flow
