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RJD2 (born Ramble John "RJ" Krohn on May 27, 1976) is an American music producer and musician. RJD2 was born in Eugene, Oregon and raised in Columbus, Ohio. He currently resides in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He was signed to the Definitive Jux label where he released two largely instrumental hip hop albums and has produced tracks for many prominent rappers. However, he has now left Def Jux and has signed with XL Recordings. His 2007 album, The Third Hand, is a striking departure from his usual style and features RJD2 singing and playing instruments on nearly every track. more »

Year:

2002

4:31

21 Views

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{chorus} 
Keep tryin' to keep it real by keepin' it raw 
While half of y'all still be keepin' it flaw 
And all the real heads scream 'F*ck hip hop!' 
Until this mediocre bullshit stops 
Drug fiends let me show you the route 
Who's that motherfucker still keepin the dope in the house? 
It's Mota mouth. who? it's Mota mouth baby, it's Mota mouth 

Whenever I write, I put myself out of place from other cats 
So it don't sound like another brother's rap 
I smother tracks with raw shit, niggas aren't able to bite 
What I bring to the table is height 
Then I easily superceed, niggas need what I got 
Reason I'm hot, there's no other raw season of pot 
While most motherfuckers follow the guidelines and hit by 101 
Jakki the Mota mouth decides to have fun 
Not following rules, swallowing crews 
Son I toss cats off the stage, often I slay their soft raps 
To all you fake dictionary MCs, get off that 
Half of y'all don't understand your own rhymes and soft batch 
They straight at open mics, we put them out on the street 
Take away their dope beat, let 'em rhyme and they weak 
And the mic can be a decieving device 
Muffle your rhymes so they ain't clear and concise 
Have niggas thinking you nice 

With battle I'll crack all your gear and all your wack raps 
You can't be saved by your babbling or your backpack 
Doing it for the love is great but you fake 
And putting your shit out is a mistake nobody wants to make 

{chorus} 
Keep tryin' to keep it real by keepin' it raw 
While half of y'all still be keepin' it flaw 
And all the real heads scream 'F*ck hip hop!' 
Until this mediocre bullshit stops 
Drug fiends let me show you the route 
Who's that motherfucker still keepin the dope in the house? 
It's Mota mouth. who? it's Mota mouth baby, it's Mota mouth 

Hate when I go to open mics and I see everybody clapping 
For some clown they don't understand 
Yet everybody acting like he dope because they believe he's hip hop 

y'all convincing me that most of y'all are brainwashed 
Dug in old hip-hop history 
Some cats are crap without their tracks 'cause they weak 
I wish a nigga would say he listen to me for the beats 
Some got the nerve to say they dope when they spit 
When even they family got a tape and they won't open the shit 

I got a big mouth and I ain't scared to use it 
One person's key style allows everyone to abuse it 
So what the fuckk is your definition of underground? 
Depressing beats and bleak cats who love the sound 

Well I ain't part of that, I'm tired of rapper's garbage 
I'm the part of the underground who only feels the raw shit 
And I can take a nigga out regardless 
You can bring your hardest artists and I'll make 'em heartless 

Some say they lyrically this, or lyrically that 
Throwing lyrical in every rap and they lyrically wack 
And many cats rhyme over tracks nobody fiends for 
Don't f*ck around with me, if you can only f*ck with keyboards 

Just 'cause lazy niggas use recognisable material 
Don't mean the dope samples are not original 
'Cause a producer with skill can lace tracks 
Keyboard beats aren't that original, lets face facts 

That shit was overused in the G-funk era 
Don't give me that excuse, real MCs want better 
You rhyme over enough shit, most get away with murder 
Like kids who think they words rhyme 'cause they the suffix 

Must bitch niggas be fragile with facts 
You bragging 'bout who you battled, but who you battled was crap 
What you angry for, and acting all tense 
If you innocent be cool, only the guilty's catching offense 

{chorus} 
Keep tryin' to keep it real by keepin' it raw 
While half of y'all still be keepin' it flaw 
And all the real heads scream 'F*ck hip hop!' 
Until this mediocre bullshit stops 
Drug fiends let me show you the route 
Who's that motherfucker still keepin the dope in the house? 
It's Mota mouth. who? it's Mota mouth baby, it's Mota mouth

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