Carry On Tradition

Yeah, niggas want to talk about this rap shit
 Niggas want to talk about this money
 About these cars, these homes, these labels
 Clothes, sneakers, big money shit
 Now everybody trying to get rich
 Now get rich niggas, fuck it
 Some rap pioneers be them crackheads
 When they speak, you see missin' teeth
 Silver chain with a silver piece
 Niggas your grandfather's age, they pants still hangin' down they legs
 Talkin' about they ain't paid
 And they hate you, 'cause they say you ain't pay dues
 And - was stealin' and robbin' them
 I feel it's a problem we gotta resolve
 Hip-Hop been dead, we the reason it died
 Wasn't Sylvia's fault or because MC's skills are lost
 It's because we can't see ourselves as the boss
 Deep-rooted through slavery, self-hatred
 The Jewish stick together, friends in high places
 We on some low level shit, we don't want niggas to ever win
 See, everybody got a label
 Everybody's a rapper, but few flow fatal
 It's fucked up, it all started from two turntables
 When they crown you and you rise up to your position
 Carry on tradition
 When they knight you, then you go to fight
 Go to war, don't petition, carry on tradition
 Carry on tradition, carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition
 Carry on tradition
 When you rep' what we rep', then carry on tradition
 Now some of these new rappers got their caps flipped backwards
 With their fingers intertwined in some gang-sign madness
 I got an exam, let's see if y'all pass it
 Let's see who can quote a Daddy Kane line the fastest
 Some of you new rappers, I don't understand your code
 You have your man shoot you, like in that Sopranos episode
 Do anything to get in the game, mixtapes
 You spit hate against bosses; hungry fucks are moralless
 You should be tossed in a pit full of unfortunate vocalists
 Niggas, I could've wrote your shit
 I had off-time, was bored with this
 I could've made my double-LP
 Just by samplin' different parts of Nautilus
 Still came five on the charts with zero audience
 The lane was open and y'all was droppin' that garbage shit
 Y'all got awards for your bricks - it got good to ya
 You started tellin' them bigger dogs to call it quits? (What?)
 When they crown you and you rise up to your position
 Carry on tradition
 When they knight you, then you go to fight
 Go to war, don't petition, carry on tradition
 Carry on tradition, carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition
 Carry on tradition
 When you rep' what we rep', then carry on tradition
 Now niggas got the studio poppin', it's mad clearer
 Engineers got his earplugs and still hear us
 The live-in-the-park sound versus the studio state of art sound
 We on the charts now
 From British Walkers and Argyles
 Look at us rap stars now, with our black cars now
 Fortune 500 listed, brunches, Cipriani's
 Sippin', blunted, with rich white guys around me
 Thick white girls around me, Chinese lined up
 Because I'm what? Every dime lust
 We used to be a ghetto secret; can't make my mind up
 If I want that or the whole world to peep it
 Now carry on tradition
 Fuck a bum wack rapper makin' his career out of dissin'
 Peace to the strugglin' artists and dead one's gone, we miss 'em
 I promise I carry on tradition
 When they crown you and you rise up to your position
 Carry on tradition
 When they knight you, then you go to fight
 Go to war, don't petition, carry on tradition
 Carry on tradition, carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition
 Carry on tradition
 When you rep' what we rep', then carry on tradition