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Well, well, well if it isn't this mother****** again! Are you serious? |
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You figured that ******* had disappeared and ************t, but here he is/ |
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Wielding the power of perspective you only get when investing years in this |
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Cause nothing's more expensive than experience/ |
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And I'm spent - delirious - ballin outta my mind |
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And I've lost it, I'm buying all of ya off, fall into a line |
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Every fraud has a price, and it's bottom dollar bargaining time/ |
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You can't offer me bribes cause all that you got is already mine/ |
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But that's awfully kind – Thanks! Now shut your ******g mouth! |
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Y'all been ******g round…in my ******g house |
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I'm hearing the same voice coming out of a hundred mouths – |
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A hundred thou, if we count the underground |
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And there's nothing I frown upon harder than air quote \"artists\" |
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Borrowing their whole product from whoever's popular and then ain't so modest |
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Like they so hot because they so blogged |
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Like it wasn't their marketing dollars that paid for all it, No-wait! Don't call it! |
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Don't hate, Tone! Play the game, don't knock it |
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But that is a lot like forcing me to swallow your snot, then being like \"Hey! don't vomit!\" |
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Y'all way too soft on these a-holes, dog |
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I'm saying this ************t from a place so honest there ain't no wrong in it – ******* EVERYTHING |
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When I wrote Politics I was a kid acknowledging all of the ************t |
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Now I'm an adult and I feel like a prophet |
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Like how many shots did I call? Should I call my accountant? |
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Since Hip Hop - the counter culture - became the culture of counting |
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Yet, accountability's dead – We just out for them checks |
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So proud that we gotta sell out for respect |
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And the barely hidden insincerity is so foul, you live with the threat |
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That hi-5's are always followed with a request |
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Somebody said that success is the best revenge, And it's a point so valid |
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That *******s is all network, no talent |
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It's an imbalance, so telling it like it is just might destroy your access |
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To this circus of trend-whores with coke habits - Well, I've had it! |
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I'm earnest - to the platelets in my bones |
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And anyone afraid to burn a bridge is too lazy to build their own |
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I'm obsessive compulsive - reps are what I know |
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A perfectionist with a restraining order - can't leave well-enough alone |
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So, I tend to expose the devil that's close |
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And that never bodes well for their soul-selling M.O |
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Like when our distributor fell in a hole and said they were broke |
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But they kept what they sold so I never saw a cent of my dough |
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Here's another lesson to quote, becoming friends with the press is a NO |
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Cause they grow resentful, it's best the less that they know |
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Them muf******s pretend that they're so essential – the probe isn't farfetched - |
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They're just star-******s with pencils in tow – |
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But yo. the most disrespectful joke especially low |
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I bled for this, bro - |
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Even went to the post to send you this **** - |
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Indie is trendy so Majors will cloak their artists as independents and pose |
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That's like repping as organic Pepsi & Coke/ |
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You didn't do it yourself! You ain't authentic, you never knew what I felt |
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The disabling stress that ruined my health |
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You're claiming credit like you ain't abetted by ludicrous wealth |
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And then aided by numerous helpers, You may fool em well, cause who's gonna tell? Me… ************tbag! |
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Did you get a billion views from an elf? (Oh it's magic!) |
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Clear channel don't have no room on its shelves for a book of spells |
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You know that ************t's bad, when a kid's hat is a big splash |
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And we skip past if he spits raps, but his hip dance is a hit smash within six flat |
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It's a ************slap in the face, when you've mastered a trade |
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And every brick you've paved for their way is smashed in a day |
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And so rappers become actors, and then actors become rappers |
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This ain't fantasy fulfillment, this ************t is facts for the stage! |
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It went from Sucka MCs to wack *******s to herbs |
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To *******s, to lames, backpackers, netcees to nerds |
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To hipsters to blog rappers to frat, struggle to drill |
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But none of those name come if you're ill |
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I am the hunter that went for the jugular |
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Spilling the blood of other hunters, And still I summoned the hunger to kill |
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But you bring out the worst in me, cause them pickings ain't nouri************ng |
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And it eats me alive - it hurts when this stomach is filled |
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The new run of the mill: chasing fame. In this day and age. When brutality's raging |
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Like fa************on and throwing cash in our faces, is gonna change it |
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It's vapid, it's aimless, I can't quit, I have to just say this - |
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Cause I'm a ******g man – and that's dedication |
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End of statement |