"Gangsta MC's (Interlude)" lyrics

I'm fighting for a cause but my cause is a little different, you see
I'm fighting for a cause and my cause is the Gangsta MC
This felonious funk that takes the monkey off my back
Wakes me up in the morning blowing that hard saxophone
Making it known my grind is worldwide
Just when I'm dealing with my own
So with my heart, I'm bound to get at these punctious pilots
Who are never even down
It's not my fault you never held a gram in your life
You need to ask yourself what kind of life you trife
What kind of wrongs you right
What kind of Kool-Aid pumps through your blood
For you to get up in this muthafuck with your five minute poems
Short story reading ass, copping straight pleas
And all you want to do is diss my Gangsta MC's
What, you can't let them pop their bottles to celebrate life?
They know death is around the corner, pain is always up the block
Let them have their essence, fuck your four elements of hip hop
Hate me if I'm repping for the Gangsta MC
But DJ Kool Herc was a gangsta to me
So was Bambaataa, so was Grandmaster Flash
Ask them what they had to do when they were living on they ass
Ask them why they started where they done started
And they'll tell you all they wanted to do was move the crowd
Especially the cold-hearted
I'm tired of these new age cosmic kids ranting and raving
Fussing and fronting like hip hop should be this way
And hip hop should be that way
When to your own people you look like a coon
Cause you fail to realize that hip hop has always been about the rusty fork
Tryna eat like the silver spoon
The Gangsta MC is a blessing, don't let it fool ya
How you know holla ain't short for hallelujah?
Hallelujah