[Intro]
I've got just one question for all you listeners out there:
("Are you Ready?")
[Verse 1]
This is a breath of fresh air in this world of noise pollution
I speak the truth cause they don't have the voice to do it
I'm a white southerner, so critics make quick assumptions
For those who don't know, consider this my introduction
MC Headcase, I hit the stage with gumption
You're the product of yes men at a record label luncheon
Putting out garbage music in abundance
But we ain't falling for that bullshit, write something with substance!
It's time to clear it up for those of you who aren't so sure
The 'MC' in my name stands for 'Music Connoisseur'
I'm taking Hip-Hop further with new musical boundaries
Cause these "by-the-book" rappers just aren't astounding me
White girls hear me and say "You rap so well!"
But when A&Rs hear it, they say "That won't sell!"
Turn my back on the culture to make a quick payday?
You're better off asking Farrakhan to join the KKK
[Hook]
When the music begins to play
Are you ready? Are you ready?
You get yours, cause I got mine
Are you ready? Are you ready?
[Verse 2]
Calling all cars, and wannabe rap stars who think they got me
Acting cocky, trying to mock me, when secretly they jock me
You think you're getting off Scot-free? You can't beat the rap
So that style you stole from me, I'mma need it back
I'm a million metaphors ahead of y'all
Shitting on the whole rap world from the highest pedestal
I've had thousands of wack rappers pouting
Cause I can kick a freestyle that's doper then your whole album
Let's get it straight, I've seen more than just a little hate
And the reason why is North Carolina is such a fickle state
Yeah, I take it personally
Cause if I don't get crunk or make trap music, I'm forced to toil in obscurity
But as bad as we treat each other, the industry treats us worse
Forcing us to leave the state cause we need the work
Just try to tell me that it ain't so
They did Little Brother dirty, and they'll do the same to J. Cole
I know how it seems though, but nah, I ain't emo
I'm murderous with the pen like Joe Pesci in "Casino"
I expose the politics with my in-depth perception
Cause I don't respect deception
So I'm calling out any emcee that don't meet my expectations
And if you wanna battle, I'm there with no hesitation
You'll catch a beat down, I'll smack you with every syllable
Hip-Hop is coming full circle but you ain't pivotal
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Headcase is one of the most dedicated musical patrons
Down to rip it on the mic or guitar on any occasion
They claim Eminem is where I got my style from
But I go the extra mile for this, call it a nine mile run
This is a category where I'll never fail
Got a business mind, but I'm not concerned with record sales
I know how the music industry works, it's intricate
But when no one's buying records, are sales still significant? (NO!)
My emphasis is on the show, a live spectacle
Mixing different genres and the result is still respectable
These mixtape thugs leave me numb like Novocaine
The only time you ever held nines was in a poker game
Fuck a pocketful of stones, I got a pocketful of poems
All original, while the rest are carbon copy clones
But I don't pay 'em any mind, I just run my spot
So in the words of Biggie Smalls, see you chumps on top
And I'm out!