LYRICS!! In this world I got to be me In this world No originality In this world It’s all about the cheese In this world They Phoney hours go back and forth like a stick shift I want a quick shift/ so I can mash out this hexed ***** No more on the run chasing dreams of being rich So I change the channel -but in this world It’s the same ole re-runs not even classic hit- Just the same ole acts- trying to get a classic hit- materialistic itch- Diamond and gold fix- quit Where y’all originality at? In this world- It’s all about staying relevant, so sad but true the fans demand dreams that they can pursue Make believe and fantasize too- is this what hip-hop’s turned too Selling dreams, whaaat nobody wants facts, they want fiction and something to dance too Which is cool, I guess…, so it’s up to me to clean up this untruth I’ll give you something to dance and release your stress too Smoke and take long cruises too, club hop and jig too I’m the new truth –In this world I got to be me In this world No originality In this world It’s all about the cheese In this world They Phoney In this world I got to be me In this world No originality In this world It’s all about the cheese In this world They Phoney They say it’s a cruel and evil world, I guess you live it how you create it And if you nourish it with hate, then get ready for your fate and if you despise your own life and admire a haters life, you trite I guess that’s the life, f**k that.. Call them fake rappers corny Cause if they choose to live life ornery Then turn the channel on them uncle ruckus ass phonies I’d tell em’ to die slow, but I wouldn’t be any better Than that MC spurned off chetter oh But he a go getter -in this world- it’s whatever but I’ll stay sucka free, Oh! Don’t get me wrong or down my song I’m about my money sonny, in this world I just find it real funny how money Turns a friendship stale and a matrimony funky The evils of man is shady-it’s in God we trust This world is ready to bust like a tricks We the pimp’s haters are the Imps Snitches are the glitches, so players’ ball for greatness And my Hustlers stay down for whatever, Lord Please reincarnate the real rapper In this world I got to be me In this world No originality In this world It’s all about the cheese In this world They Phoney