[Chrous:]
"The same ol` thing (all over the world),
The same ol` thing (got to get `em wit it),
The same ol` thing (MCs out there got),
The same ol` thing (so let me tell ya bout it),"
MCs keep comin` with the same ol` thing
with the same ol` swing
with the same ol` ending
the same ol` climax
cause many have no vertebrae
yo, but D-E-L & HIEROGLYPHICS have to murder a
fraudulent foe real quick
and get them off of our dicks
show the public that they ass ain`t slick
they lack skills
and they can only thrill ya by dance steps
I coulda iced Vanilla, but I haven`t got the chance yet
but that`s ok
cause he was dissed on Soul Train
he got booed because his rhymes are so lame
he ain`t the only one
he`s far from it
there`s more on Earth
and they`re all gonna plummet
like falling stars
because a brother`s in charge
I`ma stomp mud holes in they ass like they was El DeBarge
then charge to the front of the class
suckers everywhere like broken glass, yo
but I`ma keep troopin` through the Meadow with the fellow named X
and a pillow
to sock the pussy willows
while I get dough as I grow as a rhymer
and they can keep showin` their teeth like Aunt Jemima
it`s the same ol` thing...
[Chorus:]
...and it`s gettin` kinda ancient,
I`m in your face with force
to eliminate monotonous
braggin` & boastin` so most will end up profitless
cause they ain`t got a foot to stand on
and I`ma leave the stage bloodier than a Tampon
I can`t get no rest
because of gamin` little pests
will step & try to test me with the same ol` thing
I wish it would stop
but more than likely it will not
cause too many MCs got the same ol` thing
so I change & rearange rhyme patterens
keep ya mind scatterin`
from the solar system
and I still dissed `em
the ones with the CRUMBS on they lips
talkin` about Sucka MCs that don`t exist
and I get the gist
so don`t play me like a imbecile
thinkin` that ya large
but ya small as a thimble
plus I get mantal over funky tracks
and ya still talkin` Sucka MCs?
That shit is wack
if I ever dissed an MC
it was one with a name
so don`t tell me he was one in the same
because I know better
I flow better than the average Joe
I use my nubian stick to overthrow that same ol` thing...
[Chorus:]
MCs out there got the same ol` thing
got the sameol` game
and trip, some got the same ol` name
like Rockmaster This
Mighty Kingathat
who died & left you the Wolfman, Jack?
But the Boogiemen are irregular
spactacular, dracula
and plus we`re gettin` clever
I never had the urge to ass a tag to my title
and I won`t add a (rah!) or a (huh!) at the end of my recital
hip hop hibbit
I never say a rhyme like that
cause I can take my time & give it
thought, so I went & bought
a pen & pad
now I`m makin` MCs real mad
like Young MC
goin` out like Sugar Hill
add a new beat
new rhyme (huh!)
bogus still
and even if we are in the same gang
it ain`t no need
for all MCs to have the same ol` thing...
[Chorus:]
...and it`s gettin` mighty ancient...
