I'm puttin' rural rap and hip-hop on the map
The problem is all the space between New York and L.A. needs attacked
Where you at? We startin' to have Chicago, Ohio,
Louisiana, Philadelphia, Atlanta, but where're the other banners?
How many hip-hop records sell to these kids?
And where do all the record-buying kids live?
These millions of people pay millions of dollars
To hear *** bust *** and holla 'bout where they from
Is it okay if I come from
Cumberland, Maryland, a place never heard of?
Is it okay to represent my state if it ain't on either
Coast and we don't have a history of platinum-sellin' rap greats?
And more importantly, do I gotta emulate the sounds
And ideas originated in far away towns?
This is a message to my fellow emcees:
My home is just a place where I live, it's not me
These millions of people pay millions of dollars
To hear *** bust *** and holla 'bout where they from
Is it okay if I come from
Cumberland, Maryland, a place never heard of?
I live in Cumberland, Maryland, but shop in LaVale
Party in Frostburg, to hear me tell the tale
I've got a very bright future if I stay out of jail
Know that Wal-Mart's always hiring if the rap career fails
Country females set my *** high sail
Only a fraction of the action's any faster than a snail
Walk the trail of the C&O Canal,
On the downtown mall and the B&O rails
Pick-up trucks and white males got detailed
Long hair back, short front, nice haircut
Big butt girls in the bars, but the
Big butts come with big guts, the high-school athletes
Are superstars; cheerleaders cheer the masses
At the homecoming game, walk around, hear my name,
Everybody looks the same; it's not a shame,
It's just a mind frame; it's CMD if you wanna shorten the name
(I used to live downtown ....) but now I'm only visitin'
What city and state I'm in? Cumberland, Maryland
I'm stayin' with my friends, or ten minutes around the bend
Up to Oldtown where my mom settled down
Nothin's around, so ten minutes back in town
I pass Fort Hill, where Allegany lays it down
Every single year I hear the cheerleaders cheer
At the homecoming game where the players get the fame
Yo, go to A.C.C. or is it Allegany College?
Many people say you can get the knowledge
At Frostburg State; Yeah, ain't it great,
With the parties and the beer and the girlies up to here
But they disappear when the summer gets near
But have no fear, there's a party over here
At My Place, no, not my place,
But the place with the bass that's across the state
Line, got the time, 'cuz I'm really feelin' fine,
Take interstate 68 and watch for signs
For Cumberland, Maryland, or CMD for short
You've gotta stay awhile and take a tour ....
Area code 301
Zip code 21502; three high schools,
One private, occasional domestic violence
But underage drinking and DUI top the crime list
Don't have any gangstas, but maybe a few playas
Got a lot of cover bands; we're the only rhyme sayers
Drinking's the only pastime so we're thankful for our livers
Don't get the first day of huntin' season off of school like they do across
The river in West Virginia; find your town on the map
If you can't, relax, but realize all around you
Is where hip-hop's at; if you wanna rally
'Round a location or name, I got love, but I'm not sayin'
What you say just to belong; where you're from's
The last thing I care about when I listen to your song
I'll toss it up for CMD,
But no matter where I'm from, I'm still me
There's somethin' greater at stake than the state of hip-hop
I'm layin' fakers to waste and callin' out all their props
Particular emphasis on just one
Hey yo, two you know its true, boobies in your face, son
Three times you ain't really got to ask me if
Do I really like checkin' out the big booty ***?
It's like a wave as I rush myself, yo I touch
It's a must that I lust as I shake off all the dust
Five times, look alive, do my thing, take a ride
After that, yo it's splat on the napkin that I hide
So if you feenin' for release, no time to get it on?
Why get the porno channel? Yo, rap video's always on
I turn on the T.V. and see Mister Butt Cheeks
Mrs. Big Boobs, and Mister G String, chillin' with Mrs. Cleavage
Mrs. Makeup, Mister Nipple and Miss Thong
And they all hangin' with my *** Unoriginal Song
There's Mrs. Singin' In The Chorus and Mister I Don't Give A What,
Gimme The Loot 'Cuz These Fools Will Buy Anything That Sucks
If We Just Get A Few You-Know-Who's To Show Their You-Know-Whats
And Turn This Imagery To An Ocean Of Baginas, Boobs, And Butts
Strippers And ***, And When *** Around The World
When Young Boys Take All Their *** In Their Knucks
And Imagine *** Instead Of Thongs, And Guess What?
We'll Have Every Teenager In The World Lovin' Us!
I saw Mrs. Face-With-No-Name and Mrs. Flash walk past
With Mrs. Disembodied *** and Miss Disembodied ***
Mister Gold Teeth and Chain was like, "Don't be a hater!!!
We're all just the children of Lowest Common Denominator!"
There's women on the left, women on the right,
That I don't like, a yo, gimme the mic
I might get nice without dykes on bikes, or catfights,
Or lights, or sights that ignite pipes
Booties ripe, flash at night, doesn't hype what you bite
I write while you psyche, I fight the right to site
A girl you like on stage to hike shirts and skirts, it hurts
When their spikes work dirt in the works; the spurts,
Squirts blurts perks energy lurks, it's worst when
the first thing you do today's disperse flows of no
Love upon the soul; pressin', that's no question when
You're restin', wrestlin' with remote control
I turn you on at eight, seven central; like dark and Oriental
Looks: supplemental; Hair: yeah it's a rental
Dental paste with the plastic face, in case of replace
Or outbreak, and stomach ache; you better throw up that *** you just ate
You's a skank, faint side of stank; I wonder when
You last ate? Your weight, 88, cosmopolitan playmate
I compensate, though, when I date a featherweight
Radiate and elevate, generate and detonate,
Turn her over, *** and regulate
Make no mistake that 69 percent is fake of her
***, now it's runnin' down her shirt
I hope she's got insurance 'cuz her *** don't work
A Yo bust this, back in the day we used to bust it
Busted it so much when we'd bust you’d bust disgusted
Plus because we discussed with busts you hushed it
It frustrated; you must’ve hated as much busts we stated
We played it out, but bust what the bust's all about
Bust in each in every sentence, every word, without a doubt
Every second the sound was bustin' in and all around
We busted when it's profound, We busted just to confound
We busted just to surround this and that and every noun
Bustin' in town, we busted it down, in bustin' we found
that we can bust a bust in any conversation
Why you sit not bustin'? Bust this, and just bust the hatin'
We busted in the early morning and the night
We busted bustas till the bustas bustin' felt right
We busted for a couple seconds to a freakin' hour
I busted fifty busts when I was bustin' in the shower
When I was bustin' here, my boys were bustin' there
I busted several hundred busts within my underwear
I busted way more busts than the average buster would,
but if you bust like we bust than you bust and bust it good
We busted in and busted out like your busted *** rhymes
Bust back, yo, trust that; I'm havin' a flashback
And even turnin' back from my attack I bust off shots
Normal and ab; I bust it when I get it
I bust it like I'm too pretended; yo, I don't understand
That, but I'm thinner than I used to be
Like, I'm still half of the man that I once was, and I can't see
Front you, and bust you, so you can bust some later
Across the landscape with my busted mule for acres
Why? bust all the time 'cuz bust or rather
Rise to the occasion with the mislead bust to symbolize
My i's are crossed and t's are dotted for price
My wheels are busted on my wagon not once, but twice
I still bust my sentence structure, busted fragment grenades
Back on the point: I'm not gettin' paid
47.9 million pieces king's men
Can't put my busted *** style back together again
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