Rap is not pop, if you call it that then stop...
Rap is like a set-up...a lot of games, A lot of suckers with colorful names. 'I'm so-and-so,' 'I'm this, I'm that.' But they all just wick-wick-wack.
They'd rather see me fail than succeed, That's why I'm alone on my own with no team. Don't need no green, though I got some to spend; In the end...all I really need is a friend.
My mic is a Magnum. See me and this chick, we go back like Cro-Magnon. Man...we did it in the back of your Magnum; I said, 'Put them Lifestyles back, give me the Magnums.'
Excuse us for the news, You might not be amused; But did you know White comes from Black? No need to be confused.
Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky, And ask myself: was I meant to be here...why?
Everybody looking at you crazy, What you gon' do? Lift up your head and keep moving, Or let the paranoia haunt you?
Thought kissin' ass was in my blood type? Oh, negative.
Science only answers 'How?' Religion only answers 'Why?' The two combined is the true design, So respect to God cause He drew the lines.
Murder isn't a crime when you just killing time.
I never asked to be born, and death's no question. The sun's still shining off the same old lessons, Then why does life feel like an educated guess? And my thoughts are like meals...I'm a sucker for the seconds.
Many have forgotten what we came here for, Never knew or had a clue, so you're on the floor. Just growin' not known' about your past... Now you're lookin' pretty stupid while you're shakin' your ass.
Life is a gamble, we scramble for money, I might crack a smile, but ain't a damn thing funny.
I got to keep it tight like seams, Cause ain't no fiends Comin' in between me and my dreams, See what I mean, black?
The world is full of bullshitters, Liars, and triers and quitters, Coulda-beens, wannabe's, thought-I-was, isn't-I-is's... And everybody in your business.
No-frill rappers: you will evaporate, disintegrate, deflate to your fate, as the great will dominate straight to the state Of reignin', gainin'...So put Kane in That category. Period. End of story.
And through our travels we get separated, never forget: In order to survive, got to learn to live with regrets.
Picked up the yoga, put down the soda. My healthy mind...that's what's gon' help me over. Life of a stoner (if you still concerned), I never lose, I only win or learn; It's all about your state of mind.
Tell 'em the truth and they call you a traitor, Talk to 'em honestly and they call you a hater.
Screamin' 'Carpe Diem!' until I'm a Dead Poet.
Most rappers these days is actors, And I can't keep watching the same movie.
We could fight the fuss till we get like friends, Or somebody bite the dust and we split like ends. Even in our wildest moments, girl, I'm on it cause you're worth it. Practice makes perfect, so we fightin' for a purpose.
This is business: they don't care about your lyrics; The better you sell, the better future for their children. Controversy sells, so they support conflict, Makes more progress, means more profit. An artist gets killed, they say they're 'so sorry,' Meanwhile, they tell you the date of his next project. What a life...death made them more profit: Record companies get paid for your drama.
Rappers hate each other, not the labels that got rich, Don't care about culture, they only want profit. If your album sell slow, bet you'll get dropped quick; Q-Tip warned us: the industry's toxic. For reference, check out BDP's Sex and Violence.
I've been out there 3 days and I got shot at 3 times, Felt like every bullet hit me when they flew out each 9. I'll be happy when I wake up and I have a free mind.
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