Hook: Jas Mace & Marchitect
And they say we're bagging up and pushing drugs (and now we're)
A bunch of bad guys and thugs (but uh)
But they don't know (they don't know)
They don't know (they don't know)
The culture that we made is dead? (and now we're)
Selling out for the bread? (but uh)
They don't know (they don't know)
They don't know (they don't know)

Verse 1: Jas Mace
They say it's dangerous to be an emcee (yeah)
Just take a look at all our unsolved mysteries (tell me about it)
It's like they don’t care about us (uh uh)
But be the first ones to call for their products
Condescending to the culture they abuse it
But they'll never understand this is much more than music (yessir)
It's a way of living, it's a way of life
It's a place to run to when those time ain't right (time ain't right)
They say our music ain't real
But how the fuck you going to tell a million people how to feel (I don't know)
They ain't got love for the DJ (nah)
But Kook Herc's a pioneer fuck what they say
Can you do the things we do on the 1s and 2s
Can you make the similes and metaphors we do? (we do)
This shit is poetry for real (uh)
If you don't know by now you never will
Hook: Jas Mace & Marchitect
And they say we're bagging up and pushing drugs (and now we're)
A bunch of bad guys and thugs (but uh)
But they don't know (they don't know)
They don't know (they don't know)
The culture that we made is dead? (and now we're)
Selling out for the bread? (but uh)
They don't know (they don't know)
They don't know (they don't know)

Verse 2: Marchitect
Now you can blame us for society's ills
But even hip-hop wants society to chill
Cause we're the ones that will probably get killed
And die trying to make a living on the real
You got puppets in this bitch making someone rich
Poisoning the little youth they're never going to kick the truth (nah)
Now their stereotype perpetuates
But when we let it, your type of stereo elevates
I don't regard O'Reilly so highly (nah)
Or take the vultures of my culture too kindly
Cause they thought we were a passing fad
Now we got economic power and their ass is mad
Because the next 2Pac, might be the next Barack
Might be the next to change the world from hanging on the block
So don't diss us, and try to cash in at the same time
You can't play both sides come game time
Hook: Jas Mace & Marchitect
And they say we're bagging up and pushing drugs (and now we're)
A bunch of bad guys and thugs (but uh)
But they don't know (they don't know)
They don't know (they don't know)
The culture that we made is dead? (and now we're)
Selling out for the bread? (but uh)
They don't know (they don't know)
They don't know (they don't know)

Verse 3: Kosha Dillz
I'm from the burbs I listen to hip-hop I burn the herb
My parents divorced and my life's disturbed
New Jersey rock and roll
Bon Jovi hella fly L.A. yeah they got homies
Israel rapper, bagels and Jewish rye
Dreidels and turntables what you think I'm stupid guy
Who am I crossing
Diamonds on my neckless
That means I sell drugs dog I ain't got crucified
Teach me boy want to front but I know your kids dance to the Beastie Boys
Even bar mitzvahs are booking the b-boys
Old school for life
No pork homeboy we eat soy
Marchitect no opera house
We sing with a real voice
Hip-hop you get murdered duke
What you don't think I rake leaves and eat hamburgers too
I do I eat all that stuff they don't know
Hook: Jas Mace & Marchitect
And they say we're bagging up and pushing drugs (and now we're)
A bunch of bad guys and thugs (but uh)
But they don't know (they don't know)
They don't know (they don't know)
The culture that we made is dead? (and now we're)
Selling out for the bread? (but uh)
They don't know (they don't know)
They don't know (they don't know)