"So What Chu Sayin" lyrics
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh (So whatcha sayin')
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh (Whatcha sayin')
Alright, alright
What an odd sight
Here's another MC whose skin is white
A white kid, a white boy with a white face
Just like the Beastie Boys and 3rd Bass
Hmm, now this looks like a topic for discussion
To build racial tensions for fussin' and cussin'
Or maybe, this'll even cause some controversy
But first, I think it's time I kick a little verse
See, some do hip-hop and forget where it started
They're claimin' their white complexion ain't the reason why their records charted
Please, man it's so easy to see
When a white dude raps, the public sees it as a novelty
Even me, although I take it seriously
Some just like me because of my R-A-C-E
But I don't quit and I won't stop
'Cause I do hip-hop records just because I love hip-hop
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh (So whatcha sayin')
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh (Whatcha sayin')
It's just me, the M, the A, the R, K-I, the E
And I'm smooth, although I never claimed to be Vanilla
Nope, I'm Irish American
And never did I pretend to be an African
You're needin' a history lesson, 'cause you forgot where you came from
...You're just dumb
So end the comparisons, 'cause he's not the first
Of the caucasian persuasion to step up and burst
On the set and show up and try to blow up
You make me wanna throw up and I'll rip your whole flo' up
So grow up, 'cause I don't bite
And you can't put a patent on the color of white
So whatcha sayin'?
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh (Whatcha sayin')
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh
My music is mine and my word is bond
With respect to the old school who created this art form
It comes from the heart, not from critical acclaim
'Cause that's just the same as a political game
Yeah, you hide behind a pen and try to disable me
But this ain't no fable, see, so only they'll label me
A phony, a sellout, or even clean-cut
Man, you better shut the hell up
'Cause you're judgin' things that you don't even know about
So take your five stars and keep on showin' out
'Cause Marky Mark, not just another pretty face
So whatcha sayin', punk?
Peace!
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh (So whatcha sayin')
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh (Whatcha sayin')
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh (Whatcha sayin')
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh (Whatcha sayin')
So whatcha sayin', ooh (So whatcha sayin')
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh (Whatcha sayin')
Alright, alright
What an odd sight
Here's another MC whose skin is white
A white kid, a white boy with a white face
Just like the Beastie Boys and 3rd Bass
Hmm, now this looks like a topic for discussion
To build racial tensions for fussin' and cussin'
Or maybe, this'll even cause some controversy
But first, I think it's time I kick a little verse
See, some do hip-hop and forget where it started
They're claimin' their white complexion ain't the reason why their records charted
Please, man it's so easy to see
When a white dude raps, the public sees it as a novelty
Even me, although I take it seriously
Some just like me because of my R-A-C-E
But I don't quit and I won't stop
'Cause I do hip-hop records just because I love hip-hop
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh (So whatcha sayin')
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh (Whatcha sayin')
It's just me, the M, the A, the R, K-I, the E
And I'm smooth, although I never claimed to be Vanilla
Nope, I'm Irish American
And never did I pretend to be an African
You're needin' a history lesson, 'cause you forgot where you came from
...You're just dumb
So end the comparisons, 'cause he's not the first
Of the caucasian persuasion to step up and burst
On the set and show up and try to blow up
You make me wanna throw up and I'll rip your whole flo' up
So grow up, 'cause I don't bite
And you can't put a patent on the color of white
So whatcha sayin'?
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh (Whatcha sayin')
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh
My music is mine and my word is bond
With respect to the old school who created this art form
It comes from the heart, not from critical acclaim
'Cause that's just the same as a political game
Yeah, you hide behind a pen and try to disable me
But this ain't no fable, see, so only they'll label me
A phony, a sellout, or even clean-cut
Man, you better shut the hell up
'Cause you're judgin' things that you don't even know about
So take your five stars and keep on showin' out
'Cause Marky Mark, not just another pretty face
So whatcha sayin', punk?
Peace!
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh (So whatcha sayin')
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh (Whatcha sayin')
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh (Whatcha sayin')
So whatcha sayin', so whatcha sayin'
So whatcha sayin', ooh (Whatcha sayin')
