[Verse 1]
Before we go any further
I would like to send a message to all the underground emcees out there working hard
The time has come to realize your net worth in the market
And stop being a fucking commodity
And if you didn't understand what I just said, then you already waiting to get fucked
For example, a lot of these promoters are doing showcases
Throwing events, and not even paying the workhorses
They trying get us to rock for the love of hip-hop or rock for the exposure
Now look man, I don't mind doing a guest spot for my peeps
Or, or, or doing a benefit show, but don't lie to me, pussy
'Cause I find out I'm paying your light bill, I'm fucking you up, nigga
Besides, you ain't doing this for the love, you ain't doing this for the exposure
You charging up to ten dollars at the door, and you ain't tryin' to give me shit?
So, wait a minute
You want me to go shopping, cook the food, and put it in front of you
But you won't let me sit down and eat with you?
The fuck is that?
Niggas need to start playing their position, man
Just 'cause you throw a party, a hosting event, or an open mic or a showcase, or a battle
That don't make you important at all
Without me and everybody like me out there
You ain't nothin', but a good idea, motherfucker
So stay in your place
[Verse 2]
And to all these bitch ass A&Rs who are too lazy to come up with a way to sell records
So they keep recycling marketing schemes and imagery
C'mon
There is a market for everything, man
There is a market for pet psychologists, nigga
There is a market for twisted shit fetish videos
For nipple rings, for river dancing, for chocolate covered roaches
But you can't find one for cultured hardcore reality and hip-hop?
People like you, the house nigga executives
And them rich motherfuckers that own you, you the motherfucking machine man!
You and all these niggas talking about the same shit
With the same flow, over the same candy-ass beats
But I refuse to feed the machine
And I'm not giving any magazine money
So maybe my album won't get 5 mics, or XXL's, or 5 discs
Whatever man, fuck it
But then again, you don't own me, and none of you niggas ever will
If I'm feeling what you fight for, I'm rolling with you to the end
But if not, then FUCK YOU!
And the more that emcees, producers, DJs
And independent labels start to grasp the conceptuality
Of what their contribution to the business of hip-hop is
Rather than just the music - the more the industry will be forced to change
Before we go any further
I would like to send a message to all the underground emcees out there working hard
The time has come to realize your net worth in the market
And stop being a fucking commodity
And if you didn't understand what I just said, then you already waiting to get fucked
For example, a lot of these promoters are doing showcases
Throwing events, and not even paying the workhorses
They trying get us to rock for the love of hip-hop or rock for the exposure
Now look man, I don't mind doing a guest spot for my peeps
Or, or, or doing a benefit show, but don't lie to me, pussy
'Cause I find out I'm paying your light bill, I'm fucking you up, nigga
Besides, you ain't doing this for the love, you ain't doing this for the exposure
You charging up to ten dollars at the door, and you ain't tryin' to give me shit?
So, wait a minute
You want me to go shopping, cook the food, and put it in front of you
But you won't let me sit down and eat with you?
The fuck is that?
Niggas need to start playing their position, man
Just 'cause you throw a party, a hosting event, or an open mic or a showcase, or a battle
That don't make you important at all
Without me and everybody like me out there
You ain't nothin', but a good idea, motherfucker
So stay in your place
[Verse 2]
And to all these bitch ass A&Rs who are too lazy to come up with a way to sell records
So they keep recycling marketing schemes and imagery
C'mon
There is a market for everything, man
There is a market for pet psychologists, nigga
There is a market for twisted shit fetish videos
For nipple rings, for river dancing, for chocolate covered roaches
But you can't find one for cultured hardcore reality and hip-hop?
People like you, the house nigga executives
And them rich motherfuckers that own you, you the motherfucking machine man!
You and all these niggas talking about the same shit
With the same flow, over the same candy-ass beats
But I refuse to feed the machine
And I'm not giving any magazine money
So maybe my album won't get 5 mics, or XXL's, or 5 discs
Whatever man, fuck it
But then again, you don't own me, and none of you niggas ever will
If I'm feeling what you fight for, I'm rolling with you to the end
But if not, then FUCK YOU!
And the more that emcees, producers, DJs
And independent labels start to grasp the conceptuality
Of what their contribution to the business of hip-hop is
Rather than just the music - the more the industry will be forced to change
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