Bad Name [Remix]

This is a PSA announcement DJ Premier is on the ones and motherfuckin' twos Yo, listen up all my children Yo, Gang Starr's in the building Yo, Red and Meth in the building I hate tellin' good people bad news (let's get 'em) Word to God, if Big and 'Pac were still here Some of these weirdos wouldn't act so cavalier We all know that the game has changed It's crazy out here and rap's got a bad name (get 'em) Think about it, what if bling never happened And the true artists were gettin' rich from rappin'? Word to God, somethin' should give Let's delete the politics so real hip-hop can live Beef is what's up now, careers are gettin' shut down The media wants something meaty, people are fuckin' greedy Music and culture is like a foreign language You'd be better off stagin' a fake beef in Spanglish Compadre, can you handle the whole weight? Ay, Dios míos, watch 'em swallow your whole plate You used to support your fam off of this Now you can't even buy SPAM off of this And I don't deal with swine, I ain't Dr. Phil I'll truly help you heal your mind Nowadays it's like everybody's losin' it Instead of them preservin' this gift, they're all abusin' it It's mad drama, they want us reachin' for the llamas Causin' hysteria, the new hip-hop criteria And they forgot about the blood, sweat and tears Now we see the results of all the blunts, chicks and beers Word to God, if Big and 'Pac were still here Some of these weirdos wouldn't act so cavalier (let's go) We all know that the game has changed It's crazy out here and rap's got a bad name (get 'em) Think about it, what if bling never happened And the true artists were gettin' rich from rappin'? Word to God, somethin' should give (oh!) Let's delete the politics so real hip-hop can live What you know about hip-hop? Steppin' on stage, controllin' a crowd with no lipsyncin' Me, I got flows, punchlines like Tyson, the non-believers? I'ma Mitch Green 'em 90's era, I look back, everybody had to pen right and cook crack Nowadays, when I hear bars, I watch URL If Big L was here, you wouldn't act so cavalier (where you at, nigga?) Little niggas beef on the internet Big boys beef when the bread incorrect (yes sir) Overall, most of these niggas only beef with Mom When they bring extra dinner guests What happened to the street code? (street code) Media gave niggas a cheat code Respect first, beast mode (grr) Behind these bars, I'ma get charged with the Rico 'Cause everything raw, don't read Robb Reports Niggas report to me who got robbed (woo) And brick city is the hood I'm from Gotta teach dem youth or they kill you, son Word to God, if Guru were still here A lot of you weirdos wouldn't have a real career Just wannabe gangsters, but you wouldn't have Premier Back in my day, these wanksters, they wouldn't last a year Did it my way, I'm high like I'm Smokey on a Friday It ain't about this money or the smoke, mi no hable Tú sabe', game done gone ape, too Harambe I flipped when I found out that whole group was Sade (what?) Too many MCs and not enough rhyme play I used to love her, now they treat her like a side bae But she still F with me the long way, my long drawers come off She gonna have a long day Now keep the children outta harm's way Sunday Service, take another sniff of Kan's yay The right message but you took it all the wrong way Get in your feelings every time you hear the song say Word to God, if Big and Pac were still here I hate tellin' good people