https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VCXGV8OPyP8

Compton’s Most Wanted | One Time Gaffled Em Up (1990)

Intro: Large Professor 
Now, I've never been one to knock the next man for gettin' his
You know what I'm sayin'? (Right, right)
And I do realize that Hip Hop is now a form of showbiz (Uh huh)
But this has always been somethin' with which you have to be true
So in the year of 1992... (Now, this is how we do!)

At the age of 19, heard the scene
A lot of MC's that do not come clean
Speakin' on dealin' hard times in rhymes
You see 'em in the streets and you see no signs
Of the hell, and they get on stage and tell
Some old cornball war story, ring the bell! (Word!)
You're fakin' the funk
Talkin' that extra hard junk, you're probably a punk
And I'ma let you know
That this way, you just don't cut with the artificial flow
Neek the Exotic breaks backs and necks
When fakes try to front, they get smoked like blunts
My rhymes penetrate like skunk
Ayo, word up, I think they're fakin' the funk
You're fakin' the funk! (You're fakin' the funk!)

You do a song about a current event
Get on television and be hesitant to represent
And that's what we call (Fraud!)
You can't kick the streets with a "Look, I sold out" award (Word!)
And everywhere has streets
That's not tryin' to hear a happy rap 
Over the same stink beats
'Cause times are real and I can't feel
Puttin' bullshit down on the reel to reel
Now, I'ma let you know
With those weak style of raps, it's time to go
I eject rejects that step
I'm a vet' ready to snap your neck
I shine and rise at the same time
The mastermind of the sport called the rhyme
Now it's time to dump chumps that front
(Ayo, Professor, what's up?)
You're fakin' the funk! (You're fakin' the funk!)

The era of the wack MC, is gonna get shut down
When the Main Source stomps through your town
'Cause we just don't play the role of a clown
And keep things jumpin' with the real, rap, sound
So, to all the people stealin' beats (You're fakin' the funk)
To the crossover rapper with the pleats (You're fakin' the funk)
To all the chumps that's claimin' the streets (You're fakin' the funk)
To the rappers frontin' gangsta feats (You're fakin' the funk)
To the girl actin' like a prostitute (You're fakin' the funk)
Sportin' that hokay suit (You're fakin' the funk)
To the rapper with the big space suit (You're fakin' the funk)
To the rappers that doesn't pay dues (You're fakin' the funk)
'Cause, Exotic and then you're torn with the hyper tone
I can't be blown because my rhymes are hard like stone
So, prepare for the scare 'cause I'm you're worst nightmare, punk
'Cause you're fakin' the funk, 'cause you're...

Main Source | Fakin' The Funk (1992) Cool Out Mix

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2Pac Ft. Stretch | So Many Tears (1995) Mo Bee Mix

(Erick Sermon)
When I came out with my first rap jam
I had no idea that the record would slam
Dunk with the chunk, a funk with no airplay
Maybe at night, but no airplay in the day
I couldn't understand why to be exact
Like BBD, I was dope and far from wack
Then came the answer, commercial was the key
To get airplay and a spot on TV
Like Ed Lover and Doctor Dre for Yo! MTV Raps
A show mainly for the Black
And still we can't ill, 'cause to them, that's wrong
'Cause like P.E. said, we're too Black and too strong
But hey, what can I say?
("Brothers and sisters") That's a price a rapper must pay, 'cause

(Parrish)
As airwaves collapse, rap shows at a standstill
Some waves short-circuit the frequencies, can't handle
The funk tracks produced by me and the E.D
That's the E-R-I-C-K S-E-R-M-O-N, G
And it's a fat chance that we'll ever win a Grammy
Unless we sell out, kill the Black movement dead
Which means to swallow our pride and become flunkies instead
And stop the rap about freedom, thoughts of a Black president
And rap about a Black cracked-out mayor in our residence
Give me a break, brothers, time to take a stand
And kill that no, sir, yes, sir, and thank you, ma'am
'Cause the word if's a luxury a Black man can't afford
That's why poverty's on the rise and we're still ignored
And it's a setback and yet the clock still ticks
And if we let it, rap will be run by politics
I read it somewhere that every man's created equal
But not in this day and age, maybe in the sequel
Which means next time, so observe these rhymes
And take a stand and go for yours, 'cause I'm going for mine
That's why I

Like BDP, why is that when wrong is done by the Black
It's blown out of proportion and immediately attacked?
By the press and yes, conflict is caused
By the kids at concerts who bumrush the doors
One child gets hurt (Ow), the press gets pressed
Yo, but what about the Beatles, G, and Elvis Presley?
Same stuff was rough, rap does not cause violence ("E-E-Enough, enough")
So ("Fight the power"), and make them understand
But too much power and you might get banned
So if you want airplay
You can't be too Black and yo, watch what you say, but we

Yeah
Scratch in the house
Ebony Projects is in the house
Hit Squad's in the house
Brentwood's in the house
K-Solo's in the house
Redman's in the house
Puff Daddy's in the house
Red Zone's in the house
Kid Capri's in the house
Pete Rock's in the house

Main Source | Fakin' The Funk (1992) Cool Out Mix

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