[Diamond]
Feel
the vibe everybody gather round
I pull the plug still my sound's profound
I had to
take hip hop back to the essence
Try to go commercial gotta learn a lesson
You
gotta get your fingers dusty (word)
And keep your ear to the street so you won't get rusty
Concentrate on the funk vibe (Funk vibe)
Learn your roots put on your Timberland
boots
I'm true to my art, I never fake a move
I keep your head bobbing to the
psychotic groove
I vibe is erotic, contagious, and sporotic
I love beats so much I'm
damn near neurotic
I shoot the gift like a Mack 10
And sample beats we used to cut
way back then
But now the game has changed
Artist selling out just to make a name
The underground hip-hop fans can't stand it
So play like Chuck Connors, because now
you're branded a sellout
So yo, get the hell out
We took a dive because you couldn't
feel the vibe
Is this the vibe you desire? (Diamond running down the line)
Is this the vibe you desire? (You know you're on time)
Well let me continue with what's on
the menu
I dug in the crate (Now it's time to get the papes) (Repeat 2x)
[Showbiz]
You know I feel the vibe, my name is Show B-I-Z
I used to cut at jams when
I was 4 foot 3
Early in the morning listen to beats
And back then I was the shorty
(With the Nikes on his feet)
Back to a brother who sold out (Did he?)
He aimed for a
name and some fame without any doubt
He was my man so he let me hear a taste
But he
dissed his face because the shit ain't have no bass
His beats was clogged, he needed Liquid
Plumber
Damn I wonder why he sound like Donna Summers?
Or Nat King Cole, that style
is old
100 G's up front you've just been sold
They kidnap your creative control
No chance of going platinum or even gold
It wouldn't happen to me (Why not?)
I got the skills that's ill and I'm real cause I feel the beat
Is this the vibe you
desire? (Show running down the line)
Is this the vibe you desire? (You know you're on time)
Well let me continue with what's on the menu
I dug in the crate (Now it's time to get
the papes) (Repeat 2x)
[Diamond]
Yeah, I knew a kid who was nice on the mic
Had a record deal but the deal wasn't real
Cause the record label wouldn't spend any
loot
But he had a deal and my man got souped
He knew a lot of old beats but it
didn't matter
The label had other ideas for the platter
I heard the song and I had
to scream
The had him rhyming over hype drum machines
He didn't like it but he had
no say
And now he's out of here today
Try to fake the funk, it couldn't shake a rump
But the radio played the junk anyway
But the song wouldn't budge
Now against
the ex-label he holds a grudge
Looking for a deal because the song took a dive
Cause
he couldn't feel the vibe
But who's to blame in the world of the rap game
Stick to
your roots like a troop and let me know
Is this the vibe you desire? (Diamond
running down the line)
Is this the vibe you desire? (You know you're on time)
Well
let me continue with what's on the menu
I dug in the crate (Now it's time to get the papes)
(Repeat 2x
