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f.h.h rjd2’nun dead ringer albümündeki en parlak şarkıdır. altyapılar rjd2’nun olup şarkıyı, amerikan underground rap music piyasasının saygıdeğer isimlerinden jakki söylemiştir. sözleri ise şöyledir :

keep tryna keep it real by keepin’ it rawwhile half of y’all still be keepin’ it flawand all the real heads scream "fuck hip hop!"until this
mediocre bullshit stopsdrug fiends let me show you the
routewho’s that motherfucker still keepin the dope in
the house?it’s mota mouth (who?), it’s mota
mouth baby, it’s mota mouth[verse 1]whenever i write, i put myself out of place from other catsso it don’t sound like another brother’s rapi
smother tracks with raw shit, niggas aren’t able to bitewhat i bring to the table is heightthen i easily
superceed, niggas need what i gotreason i’m hot,
there’s no other raw season of potwhile most
motherfuckers follow the guidelines and hit by 101jakki
the mota mouth decides to have funnot following rules,
swallowing crewsson i toss cats off the stage, often i
slay their soft rapsto all you fake dictionary emcees, get
off thathalf of y’all don’t understand your own
rhymes and softbatch(?)they straight at open mics,
we put them out on the streettake away their dope beat,
let ’em rhyme and they weakand the mic can be a
decieving devicemuffle your rhymes so they ain’t
clear and concisehave niggas thinking you nicewith
battle i’ll crack all your gear and all your wack rapsyou can’t be saved by your babbling or your backpackdoing it for the love is great but you fakeand putting
your shit out is a mistake nobody wants to make[chorus][verse 2]hate when i go to open mics
and i see everybody clappingfor some clown they don’t
understandyet everybody acting like he dope because they
believe he’ship-hopy’all convincing me
that most of y’all are brainwasheddug(?) in old
hip-hop historysome cats are crap without their tracks
’cause they weaki wish a nigga would say he listen to
me for the beatssome got the nerve to say they dope when
they spitwhen even they family got a tape and they
won’t open the shiti got a big mouth and i ain’t
scared to use itone person’s keystyle(?) allows
everyone to abuse itso what the fuck is your definition of
underground?depressing beats and bleak cats who love the
soundwell i ain’t part of that, i’m tired of
rapper’s garbagei’m the part of the underground
who only feels the raw shitand i can take a nigga out
regardlessyou can bring your hardest artists and i’ll
make ’em heartlesssome say they lyrically this, or
lyrically thatthrowing lyrical in every rap and they
lyrically wackand many cats rhyme over tracks nobody
fiends(?) fordon’t fuck around with me, if you can
only fuck with keyboardsjust ’cause lazy niggas use
recognisable materialdon’t mean the dope samples are
not original’cause a producer with skill can lace
trackskeyboard beats aren’t that original, lets face
factsthat shit was overused in the g-funk eradon’t give me that excuse, real emcees want betteryou rhyme over enough shit, most get away with murderlike kids who think they words rhyme ’cause they the
suffixmust bitch niggas be fragile with factsyou
bragging ’bout who you battled, but who you battled wascrapwhat you angry for, and acting all tenseif you
innocent be cool, only the guilty’s catching offense.