[Verse]

I'm fighting for a cause but my cause is a little different, you see

I'm fighting for a cause and my cause is the Gangsta MC

This felonious funk that takes the monkey off my back

Wakes me up in the morning blowing that hard saxophone

Making it known my grind is worldwide

Just when I'm dealing with my own

So with my heart, I'm bound to get at these punctious pilots

Who are never even down

It's not my fault you never held a gram in your life

You need to ask yourself what kind of life you trife

What kind of wrongs you right

What kind of Kool-Aid pumps through your blood

For you to get up in this muthafuck with your five minute poems

Short story reading ass, copping straight pleas

And all you want to do is diss my Gangsta MC's

What, you can't let thеm pop their bottles to celеbrate life?

They know death is around the corner, pain is always up the block

Let them have their essence, fuck your four elements of hip hop

Hate me if I'm repping for the Gangsta MC

But DJ Kool Herc was a gangsta to me

So was Bambaataa, so was Grandmaster Flash

Ask them what they had to do when they were living on they ass

Ask them why they started where they done started

And they'll tell you all they wanted to do was move the crowd

Especially the cold-hearted

I'm tired of these new age cosmic kids ranting and raving

Fussing and fronting like hip hop should be this way

And hip hop should be that way

When to your own people you look like a coon

Cause you fail to realize that hip hop has always been about the rusty fork

Tryna eat like the silver spoon

The Gangsta MC is a blessing, don't let it fool ya

How you know holla ain't short for hallelujah?

Hallelujah