First Class - Intellectual

[Male voice]

Rakim, EPMD, Slick Rick, Stetsasonic, pub...just, all of these different groups, and nobody sounded the same. De La Soul. Everybody had a different sound (echo out)

[Digital Beat Tag voice]

Get more for your money when you fuck with Mr. Porter (echo out)

[Denaun - Verse 1]

Yeah. Uh. Come on

I say, Dope Boy Academy, I’m a graduate

Summa Cum Laude, you niggas is average

C-student, he who rooting for you is an uber fool

He circles around waists, he a hula hoop

Deuces to the bitches that be boo’d up and cheating

You’re screwed up for thinking I’m competing with a cretin

Now gimme one reason to pay attention to DMs

When I just sent my chick on a trip to New Zealand

But pack a parachute, I’m fly as hell

Check the resume for the clientele

I can’t lie, I might have popped a couple lady clients, hell

(What?) But that ain’t something her or I’ll tell

Some of these new niggas with these weak beats

Is 30 thousand feet in the air in these cheap seats with no wifi

So scared of falling off that they secretly secrete pee, no clashing

See, this so tee hee that y’all still sleeping on D

I’m trying to teach these pipsqueaks that I’m the answer

And these fools got the cheat sheets...see, P?

That’s why I say fuck the world on cheap sheets!

[Chorus]

The game need to change what they grinding for

Beats sound the same and they can’t rhyme no more

Got a lotta fame, but no work to show

All that glitters ain’t gold

Yo, I say

The game need to change what they grinding for

Beats sound the same and they can’t rhyme no more

Got a lotta fame, but no work to show

All that glitters ain’t gold

Bro, they all hype

Yo, they all hype

Them niggas is aight

Yo...

[Singing Break]

See, I have learned so much from watching, waiting

Always on my hustle for greatness, greatness

Now, if you just take your time, you won’t miss a step, no

I know that money on your mind, but don’t let it cloud the pot, no

[Verse 2]

Now who’s cooler? I trained champs, I’m Lou Duva

You choose to spew shit through your soup coolers

Man, I went from producing “Infinite” tapes on consignment

To helping three records go diamond, no lying

P.O. the truth, oh, I am so giant

But my real triumph is staying relevant without compromising who I am

Like screaming how I’m a genius, and only got my head in the door, yet I’m shining

They call pioneers old like they ain’t never gonna hit thirty

Maybe society tell them niggas that they ain’t worthy

Y’all disrespect the greats, I never neglect the opportunity to take out the time

To tell Dre

How much I appreciate him for making me a better producer, but hey

I ain’t miss the chance of Proof, Dilla, or Em neither

I did it while they were still breathing

Y’all rather wait until the Lord need’em

They say that you’re nobody til somebody kills you, well, I don’t believe’em

That’s what your faith adheres to, so that’s how you treat’em

I rather give’em their just-do’s while they’re on this planet and I can still see’em

At a concert or on the street, with love, I’ll greet’em

‘Cause streaming ain’t paying, so basically, they putting all that hard work in for free!

Guess the price of being an artist is that you get to cheat’em!

[Chorus]

The game need to change what they grinding for

Beats sound the same and they can’t rhyme no more

Got a lotta fame, but no work to show

All that glitters ain’t gold

Yo, I say

The game need to change what they grinding for

Beats sound the same and they can’t rhyme no more

Got a lotta fame, but no work to show

All that glitters ain’t gold

Bro, they all hype

Yo, they all hype

Them niggas is aight

Yo…