Mass Appeal Gang Starr

[Chorus]
Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal

[Verse 1]
No way, you'll never make it
Come with the weak shit, I'll break it
Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya
Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass
A lot of rappers be like one-time wonders
Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under their noses
I hate those motherfuckin' posers
But I'm so real, to them, it's scary
And with my unique skills, nah, you can't compare me
And no, we don't make wack tracks
And all the suckers get pushed back when I'm kickin' real facts
I represent, set up shit like a tent, boy
You're paranoid 'cause you're a son like Elroy
And you'd be happy as hell to get a record deal
Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal

[Chorus]
Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal
Mas appeal