Artist: Ultramagnetic MC's Album: The Basement Tapes 1984-1990 Song: Ya Nobody Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Ced Gee] Aiyyo Keith, you know what I was thinkin about? You know how we go to those parties, and the whack rappers who got a lil' hot record tryin to act like they don't know us Ya, y'know the, the fake ones, who try to They imitatin LL Cool J one month, then this month they Africans Or they wear a lot of polka dots cause they think it's commercial Or they sing a lot in their records - what'chu think about that? [Kool Keith] A lot of rappers can't talk - they're quite stupid They rhyme and they stutter - they're quite Cupid But I know the deal, they only rhyme on a slow beat Some lookin for slack and bustin rhymes with no heat Soft as Cottonelle and rolls of Scott tissue They wanna be down, it's time to bust the issue Now you think you're hard, with 57 bodyguards Runnin around, lookin bummy and extra Cause you think the people, wanna move and get next ta You're paranoid, about your gangster fantasy Now look at the swift pro and face reality So watch your back end, you slip and you're slackin See I don't talk to the weak and the whack and MC's step back and, I damage they industry Then play like a fool, like you never did notice me Now hop on the jock and, now see who's rockin Don't give me no pound, cause you ain't down Clown... you're nobody, tryin to act like you're large [Ced Gee] You're nobody, nobody, you're nobody, nobody You're nobody, nobody, you're nobody, nobody Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody Just nothing, you're a piece of shit... you're nobody My record is fly, your record's a big flop Now in this new year, it's time for a real drop As I take a picture, great pose and black beat With Keith in the limo, countin cash in the back seat You did a cheap show, no cash in Birmingham And while you was gone, we signed a new deal with Polygram But you don't think so, you're probably jealous man You know that we're dope, but you're scared to just tell us man Cause you like that happy stuff, the two-faced DJ You'll soon lose your job, with the records that you play Got a little juice at a New York station So what you don't play me? I'm on heavy rotation Across America, in funk formation Around the world and, with heavy persuasion The man at hand to grand the stand in total command - and plus I must say damn Well some of you groups play, like you're with the people Like we're united, we're all equal But when people see, you try to act like DeBarge But you're nobody, tryin to act like you're large Yeahhh, you're nobody, nobody You're nobody, nobody, you're nobody, nobody You're nobody, nobody, you're nobody, nothing You're nobody, nobody, you're nothing, diarrhea [Kool Keith] You got these African rappers who try to act like they African They're playin themselves and dressin up like they African But I'm in New York, chillin hard on the city street Where crime and drug wars, my bouts in city be While you be a fool, you think it's worse than Africa? Like Ice Cube said, I gotta giggle and laugh at ya So what are you doin, so what are you sayin? So what are you gettin it, so why are you playin? Cause you just a phony plus, the Queen don't impress me Preachers and teachers, rebel ones come test me While you catch amenesia, and go into seizure I treat you like pinball, and show you I played ya Out of the box like a old pair of socks and Choose to go when, now see who's flowin Keepin in step the rep the pep for those who slept Yep, I'm not a new jack swing man So groups that perpetrate, they can't even sing man Drivin around, owin cash on a Benzo Your payments are due, your car is not even paid for ... you're nobody, tryin to act like you're large [Ced Gee] Yo yeah that 'bout some that up Keith man Just just y'know what we gon' do we gon' keep on schoolin these fake rappers, try to make these brothers real y'knahmsayin?