I'm puttin' rural rap and hip-hop on the map The problem is all the space between New York and L.A. needs attacked Where you at? We startin' to have Chicago, Ohio, Louisiana, Philadelphia, Atlanta, but where're the other banners? How many hip-hop records sell to these kids? And where do all the record-buying kids live? These millions of people pay millions of dollars To hear *** bust *** and holla 'bout where they from Is it okay if I come from Cumberland, Maryland, a place never heard of? Is it okay to represent my state if it ain't on either Coast and we don't have a history of platinum-sellin' rap greats? And more importantly, do I gotta emulate the sounds And ideas originated in far away towns? This is a message to my fellow emcees: My home is just a place where I live, it's not me These millions of people pay millions of dollars To hear *** bust *** and holla 'bout where they from Is it okay if I come from Cumberland, Maryland, a place never heard of? I live in Cumberland, Maryland, but shop in LaVale Party in Frostburg, to hear me tell the tale I've got a very bright future if I stay out of jail Know that Wal-Mart's always hiring if the rap career fails Country females set my *** high sail Only a fraction of the action's any faster than a snail Walk the trail of the C&O Canal, On the downtown mall and the B&O rails Pick-up trucks and white males got detailed Long hair back, short front, nice haircut Big butt girls in the bars, but the Big butts come with big guts, the high-school athletes Are superstars; cheerleaders cheer the masses At the homecoming game, walk around, hear my name, Everybody looks the same; it's not a shame, It's just a mind frame; it's CMD if you wanna shorten the name (I used to live downtown ....) but now I'm only visitin' What city and state I'm in? Cumberland, Maryland I'm stayin' with my friends, or ten minutes around the bend Up to Oldtown where my mom settled down Nothin's around, so ten minutes back in town I pass Fort Hill, where Allegany lays it down Every single year I hear the cheerleaders cheer At the homecoming game where the players get the fame Yo, go to A.C.C. or is it Allegany College? Many people say you can get the knowledge At Frostburg State; Yeah, ain't it great, With the parties and the beer and the girlies up to here But they disappear when the summer gets near But have no fear, there's a party over here At My Place, no, not my place, But the place with the bass that's across the state Line, got the time, 'cuz I'm really feelin' fine, Take interstate 68 and watch for signs For Cumberland, Maryland, or CMD for short You've gotta stay awhile and take a tour .... Area code 301 Zip code 21502; three high schools, One private, occasional domestic violence But underage drinking and DUI top the crime list Don't have any gangstas, but maybe a few playas Got a lot of cover bands; we're the only rhyme sayers Drinking's the only pastime so we're thankful for our livers Don't get the first day of huntin' season off of school like they do across The river in West Virginia; find your town on the map If you can't, relax, but realize all around you Is where hip-hop's at; if you wanna rally 'Round a location or name, I got love, but I'm not sayin' What you say just to belong; where you're from's The last thing I care about when I listen to your song I'll toss it up for CMD, But no matter where I'm from, I'm still me There's somethin' greater at stake than the state of hip-hop I'm layin' fakers to waste and callin' out all their props Particular emphasis on just one Hey yo, two you know it's true, boobies in your face, son Three times you ain't really got to ask me if Do I really like checkin' out the big booty ***? It's like a wave as I rush myself, yo I touch It's a must that I lust as I shake off all the dust Five times, look alive, do my thing, take a ride After that, yo it's splat on the napkin that I hide So if you feenin' for release, no time to get it on? Why get the porno channel? Yo, rap video's always on I turn on the T.V. and see Mister Butt Cheeks Mrs. Big Boobs, and Mister G String, chillin' with Mrs. Cleavage Mrs. Makeup, Mister Nipple and Miss Thong And they all hangin' with my *** Unoriginal Song There's Mrs. Singin' In The Chorus and Mister I Don't Give A What, Gimme The Loot 'Cuz These Fools Will Buy Anything That Sucks If We Just Get A Few You-Know-Who's To Show Their You-Know-What's And Turn This Imagery To An Ocean Of Baginas, Boobs, And Butts Strippers And ***, And When *** Around The World When Young Boys Take All Their *** In Their Knucks And Imagine *** Instead Of Thongs, And Guess What? We'll Have Every Teenager In The World Lovin' Us! I saw Mrs. Face-With-No-Name and Mrs. Flash walk past With Mrs. Disembodied *** and Miss Disembodied *** Mister Gold Teeth and Chain was like, 'Don't be a hater!!! We're all just the children of Lowest Common Denominator!' There's women on the left, women on the right, That I don't like, a yo, gimme the mic I might get nice without dykes on bikes, or catfights, Or lights, or sights that ignite pipes Booties ripe, flash at night, doesn't hype what you bite I write while you psyche, I fight the right to site A girl you like on stage to hike shirts and skirts, it hurts When their spikes work dirt in the works; the spurts, Squirts blurts perks energy lurks, it's worst when the first thing you do today's disperse flows of no Love upon the soul; pressin', that's no question when You're restin', wrestlin' with remote control I turn you on at eight, seven central; like dark and Oriental Looks: supplemental; Hair: yeah it's a rental Dental paste with the plastic face, in case of replace Or outbreak, and stomach ache; you better throw up that *** you just ate You's a skank, faint side of stank; I wonder when You last ate? Your weight, 88, cosmopolitan playmate I compensate, though, when I date a featherweight Radiate and elevate, generate and detonate, Turn her over, *** and regulate Make no mistake that 69 percent is fake of her ***, now it's runnin' down her shirt I hope she's got insurance 'cuz her *** don't work A Yo bust this, back in the day we used to bust it Busted it so much when we'd bust you'd bust disgusted Plus because we discussed with busts you hushed it It frustrated; you must've hated as much busts we stated We played it out, but bust what the bust's all about Bust in each in every sentence, every word, without a doubt Every second the sound was bustin' in and all around We busted when it's profound, We busted just to confound We busted just to surround this and that and every noun Bustin' in town, we busted it down, in bustin' we found that we can bust a bust in any conversation Why you sit not bustin'? Bust this, and just bust the hatin' We busted in the early morning and the night We busted bustas till the bustas bustin' felt right We busted for a couple seconds to a freakin' hour I busted fifty busts when I was bustin' in the shower When I was bustin' here, my boys were bustin' there I busted several hundred busts within my underwear I busted way more busts than the average buster would, but if you bust like we bust than you bust and bust it good We busted in and busted out like your busted *** rhymes Bust back, yo, trust that; I'm havin' a flashback And even turnin' back from my attack I bust off shots Normal and ab; I bust it when I get it I bust it like I'm too pretended; yo, I don't understand That, but I'm thinner than I used to be Like, I'm still half of the man that I once was, and I can't see Front you, and bust you, so you can bust some later Across the landscape with my busted mule for acres Why? bust all the time 'cuz bust or rather Rise to the occasion with the mislead bust to symbolize My i's are crossed and t's are dotted for price My wheels are busted on my wagon not once, but twice I still bust my sentence structure, busted fragment grenades Back on the point: I'm not gettin' paid 47.9 million pieces king's men Can't put my busted *** style back together again.