Bootleggin’ - Intellectual

I lamp on the corner selling bootleg tapes

Rappers collect breaks so that I make papes

I don't give a fuck about Kane or Biz

Finally, somebody beats The Wiz

And that somebody is me

Catch me around three, and I'll be busy as a motherfucking bee

Call five-0 and let 'em know

I'm selling bootlegged tapes, and they'll say... so?

My brothers in rap

Are gonna have to keep comin' up off the trap

'Cause I'm a salesman on the street

You know what to do if you can't stand the heat - can't eat

Vacate the kitchen with your bitchin'

I specialize in reproducin' tapes over Wild Pitchin'

If stupid people buy 'em, I'll continue to supply 'em

For $4.99, you can't complain about the volume

'Cause it's a bootlegged tape

And it's money I'ma make

Check it

I'm busy bootleggin'

Now I'ma tell ya something about yaselves

Now all you people claim you're all about loot

But when it comes to tapes, everyone takes the escape route

So I take advantage; and rappers sit and wonder how I manage

To do millions of dollars of damage

I'm hustlin' ya tapes out of [coal?]

And on my pole, sales go: brand new to gold

Instead of cryin' up an ocean

Record people need to hire brothers like me to do promotion

The ghetto entrepreneur, make Crazy Eddie feel like manure

Discontinue his store

And, yo, the president can't stop it

'Cause I got mega-presidents before his ass in my pocket

Let the IRS ask for tax

I'll just make tracks, no haps; I can relax

And keep slinging tapes that are garbage

And like Goldilocks watch the people eat 'em like they were porridge

'Cause it's a bootlegged tape

And it's money I'ma make

I'm busy bootleggin'

'Cause it's a bootlegged tape

And it's money I'ma make

I'm busy bootleggin'