Cypress Hill - Temple Of Boom Strictly hip hop Lyrics

[B-Real]:
I neva rapped on an R&B record, and I neva will,
I got these phoney m____fuckas, talk about lets keep it real,
But, they don't know how to take they own advisement,
Going out, do it solo on an advertisement, comecializing
f___in' sell out, n____, this is hip-hop, not fasion,
Get the hell out,
I'm taking out these so called gangsta n____s,
Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures,
And I neva took another f___in' MC's s___,
And made it my first single, f___ a hit,
f___in' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off,
I'm gonna, and all of it,
It's a d___ shame when you got all these fools in the record indistry,
Sellin' out for the fame,
I just sit back and watch thes fools with their gimmiks,
Go down in flames , in the big game,

[B-Real:
Zippidey-dooda, I smoke weed and I got brain damage,
But, I don't give a f___ cause I still manage,
To represent to the fullest,
No pop singles, and no actin' foolish,
To the studio gangsta with the articals,
In them magizines with the b____ editors,
Keep it real in the game,
n____s got no shame,
Now all the executives want all the fame,
Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes,
For the f___-em indistry that's take'n all ya dough,
I neva stole it, stole it all,
Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall,
Fools want me to fall,
I won't cause my roots are to thick and strong, like the chocolate
tie stick,
I hear n____s say no, but, I know they front,
Cause afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt,
I don't respect a hypocrite, m____fuckas I despise,
Cause me I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie,
All you bruthas in the game run a check,
Cause you get checked f___ed off, with no respect,
m____fuckas