[Verse 1: Guru]
Many MC's are misled,
Misled by the lies that they pump in their heads,
The money and the fame that they're hoping to find
Will never come close to the scope of my rhyme.
Now, some have been successful but really
And yo, these MC's are clearly not nearly
Up to this level, or should I say caliber,
It's just some hype that the company's selling ya,
'Cause they'll take a dud talking crud and they'll push him,
But in the next year, someone new will just squish him,
'Cause when you sell out to appeal to the masses
You have to go back and enroll in some classes.
So cash in your check 'cause it's the last one you get,
The tables have turned and now you ain't in effect,
So jet to the rear and you better just follow,
'Cause what's here today may be gone tomorrow.
[Hook:]
You wack MC's.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, see ya later!
[Verse 2: Guru]
Here and gone in a flash,
Some made cash while other suckers go broke real fast,
Some never make any money but still they act funny
Like they're thinking they're running
Things, wearing rings and medallions,
Than listen to their rhymes, one would rather take Valiums.
'Cause, swiftness and skills they are lacking,
So I send 'em packing, they should have known not to tax in,
And smashing all of their vocals to smithereens,
Watching them collecting themselves is a bitter scene,
But some find happiness while others find sorrow,
And what's here today, maybe gone tomorrow.
[Hook:]
You wack MC's.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, see ya later!