| Well, well, well if it isn't this mother****** again! Are you serious? | |
| You figured that ******* had disappeared and ************t, but here he is/ | |
| Wielding the power of perspective you only get when investing years in this | |
| Cause nothing's more expensive than experience/ | |
| And I'm spent - delirious - ballin outta my mind | |
| And I've lost it, I'm buying all of ya off, fall into a line | |
| Every fraud has a price, and it's bottom dollar bargaining time/ | |
| You can't offer me bribes cause all that you got is already mine/ | |
| But that's awfully kind – Thanks! Now shut your ******g mouth! | |
| Y'all been ******g round…in my ******g house | |
| I'm hearing the same voice coming out of a hundred mouths – | |
| A hundred thou, if we count the underground | |
| And there's nothing I frown upon harder than air quote \"artists\" | |
| Borrowing their whole product from whoever's popular and then ain't so modest | |
| Like they so hot because they so blogged | |
| Like it wasn't their marketing dollars that paid for all it, No-wait! Don't call it! | |
| Don't hate, Tone! Play the game, don't knock it | |
| But that is a lot like forcing me to swallow your snot, then being like \"Hey! don't vomit!\" | |
| Y'all way too soft on these a-holes, dog | |
| I'm saying this ************t from a place so honest there ain't no wrong in it – ******* EVERYTHING | |
| When I wrote Politics I was a kid acknowledging all of the ************t | |
| Now I'm an adult and I feel like a prophet | |
| Like how many shots did I call? Should I call my accountant? | |
| Since Hip Hop - the counter culture - became the culture of counting | |
| Yet, accountability's dead – We just out for them checks | |
| So proud that we gotta sell out for respect | |
| And the barely hidden insincerity is so foul, you live with the threat | |
| That hi-5's are always followed with a request | |
| Somebody said that success is the best revenge, And it's a point so valid | |
| That *******s is all network, no talent | |
| It's an imbalance, so telling it like it is just might destroy your access | |
| To this circus of trend-whores with coke habits - Well, I've had it! | |
| I'm earnest - to the platelets in my bones | |
| And anyone afraid to burn a bridge is too lazy to build their own | |
| I'm obsessive compulsive - reps are what I know | |
| A perfectionist with a restraining order - can't leave well-enough alone | |
| So, I tend to expose the devil that's close | |
| And that never bodes well for their soul-selling M.O | |
| Like when our distributor fell in a hole and said they were broke | |
| But they kept what they sold so I never saw a cent of my dough | |
| Here's another lesson to quote, becoming friends with the press is a NO | |
| Cause they grow resentful, it's best the less that they know | |
| Them muf******s pretend that they're so essential – the probe isn't farfetched - | |
| They're just star-******s with pencils in tow – | |
| But yo. the most disrespectful joke especially low | |
| I bled for this, bro - | |
| Even went to the post to send you this **** - | |
| Indie is trendy so Majors will cloak their artists as independents and pose | |
| That's like repping as organic Pepsi & Coke/ | |
| You didn't do it yourself! You ain't authentic, you never knew what I felt | |
| The disabling stress that ruined my health | |
| You're claiming credit like you ain't abetted by ludicrous wealth | |
| And then aided by numerous helpers, You may fool em well, cause who's gonna tell? Me… ************tbag! | |
| Did you get a billion views from an elf? (Oh it's magic!) | |
| Clear channel don't have no room on its shelves for a book of spells | |
| You know that ************t's bad, when a kid's hat is a big splash | |
| And we skip past if he spits raps, but his hip dance is a hit smash within six flat | |
| It's a ************slap in the face, when you've mastered a trade | |
| And every brick you've paved for their way is smashed in a day | |
| And so rappers become actors, and then actors become rappers | |
| This ain't fantasy fulfillment, this ************t is facts for the stage! | |
| It went from Sucka MCs to wack *******s to herbs | |
| To *******s, to lames, backpackers, netcees to nerds | |
| To hipsters to blog rappers to frat, struggle to drill | |
| But none of those name come if you're ill | |
| I am the hunter that went for the jugular | |
| Spilling the blood of other hunters, And still I summoned the hunger to kill | |
| But you bring out the worst in me, cause them pickings ain't nouri************ng | |
| And it eats me alive - it hurts when this stomach is filled | |
| The new run of the mill: chasing fame. In this day and age. When brutality's raging | |
| Like fa************on and throwing cash in our faces, is gonna change it | |
| It's vapid, it's aimless, I can't quit, I have to just say this - | |
| Cause I'm a ******g man – and that's dedication | |
| End of statement |
| Well, well, well if it isn' t this mother again! Are you serious? | |
| You figured that had disappeared and t, but here he is | |
| Wielding the power of perspective you only get when investing years in this | |
| Cause nothing' s more expensive than experience | |
| And I' m spent delirious ballin outta my mind | |
| And I' ve lost it, I' m buying all of ya off, fall into a line | |
| Every fraud has a price, and it' s bottom dollar bargaining time | |
| You can' t offer me bribes cause all that you got is already mine | |
| But that' s awfully kind Thanks! Now shut your g mouth! | |
| Y' all been g round in my g house | |
| I' m hearing the same voice coming out of a hundred mouths | |
| A hundred thou, if we count the underground | |
| And there' s nothing I frown upon harder than air quote " artists" | |
| Borrowing their whole product from whoever' s popular and then ain' t so modest | |
| Like they so hot because they so blogged | |
| Like it wasn' t their marketing dollars that paid for all it, Nowait! Don' t call it! | |
| Don' t hate, Tone! Play the game, don' t knock it | |
| But that is a lot like forcing me to swallow your snot, then being like " Hey! don' t vomit!" | |
| Y' all way too soft on these aholes, dog | |
| I' m saying this t from a place so honest there ain' t no wrong in it EVERYTHING | |
| When I wrote Politics I was a kid acknowledging all of the t | |
| Now I' m an adult and I feel like a prophet | |
| Like how many shots did I call? Should I call my accountant? | |
| Since Hip Hop the counter culture became the culture of counting | |
| Yet, accountability' s dead We just out for them checks | |
| So proud that we gotta sell out for respect | |
| And the barely hidden insincerity is so foul, you live with the threat | |
| That hi5' s are always followed with a request | |
| Somebody said that success is the best revenge, And it' s a point so valid | |
| That s is all network, no talent | |
| It' s an imbalance, so telling it like it is just might destroy your access | |
| To this circus of trendwhores with coke habits Well, I' ve had it! | |
| I' m earnest to the platelets in my bones | |
| And anyone afraid to burn a bridge is too lazy to build their own | |
| I' m obsessive compulsive reps are what I know | |
| A perfectionist with a restraining order can' t leave wellenough alone | |
| So, I tend to expose the devil that' s close | |
| And that never bodes well for their soulselling M. O | |
| Like when our distributor fell in a hole and said they were broke | |
| But they kept what they sold so I never saw a cent of my dough | |
| Here' s another lesson to quote, becoming friends with the press is a NO | |
| Cause they grow resentful, it' s best the less that they know | |
| Them muf s pretend that they' re so essential the probe isn' t farfetched | |
| They' re just star s with pencils in tow | |
| But yo. the most disrespectful joke especially low | |
| I bled for this, bro | |
| Even went to the post to send you this | |
| Indie is trendy so Majors will cloak their artists as independents and pose | |
| That' s like repping as organic Pepsi Coke | |
| You didn' t do it yourself! You ain' t authentic, you never knew what I felt | |
| The disabling stress that ruined my health | |
| You' re claiming credit like you ain' t abetted by ludicrous wealth | |
| And then aided by numerous helpers, You may fool em well, cause who' s gonna tell? Me tbag! | |
| Did you get a billion views from an elf? Oh it' s magic! | |
| Clear channel don' t have no room on its shelves for a book of spells | |
| You know that t' s bad, when a kid' s hat is a big splash | |
| And we skip past if he spits raps, but his hip dance is a hit smash within six flat | |
| It' s a slap in the face, when you' ve mastered a trade | |
| And every brick you' ve paved for their way is smashed in a day | |
| And so rappers become actors, and then actors become rappers | |
| This ain' t fantasy fulfillment, this t is facts for the stage! | |
| It went from Sucka MCs to wack s to herbs | |
| To s, to lames, backpackers, netcees to nerds | |
| To hipsters to blog rappers to frat, struggle to drill | |
| But none of those name come if you' re ill | |
| I am the hunter that went for the jugular | |
| Spilling the blood of other hunters, And still I summoned the hunger to kill | |
| But you bring out the worst in me, cause them pickings ain' t nouri ng | |
| And it eats me alive it hurts when this stomach is filled | |
| The new run of the mill: chasing fame. In this day and age. When brutality' s raging | |
| Like fa on and throwing cash in our faces, is gonna change it | |
| It' s vapid, it' s aimless, I can' t quit, I have to just say this | |
| Cause I' m a g man and that' s dedication | |
| End of statement |
| Well, well, well if it isn' t this mother again! Are you serious? | |
| You figured that had disappeared and t, but here he is | |
| Wielding the power of perspective you only get when investing years in this | |
| Cause nothing' s more expensive than experience | |
| And I' m spent delirious ballin outta my mind | |
| And I' ve lost it, I' m buying all of ya off, fall into a line | |
| Every fraud has a price, and it' s bottom dollar bargaining time | |
| You can' t offer me bribes cause all that you got is already mine | |
| But that' s awfully kind Thanks! Now shut your g mouth! | |
| Y' all been g round in my g house | |
| I' m hearing the same voice coming out of a hundred mouths | |
| A hundred thou, if we count the underground | |
| And there' s nothing I frown upon harder than air quote " artists" | |
| Borrowing their whole product from whoever' s popular and then ain' t so modest | |
| Like they so hot because they so blogged | |
| Like it wasn' t their marketing dollars that paid for all it, Nowait! Don' t call it! | |
| Don' t hate, Tone! Play the game, don' t knock it | |
| But that is a lot like forcing me to swallow your snot, then being like " Hey! don' t vomit!" | |
| Y' all way too soft on these aholes, dog | |
| I' m saying this t from a place so honest there ain' t no wrong in it EVERYTHING | |
| When I wrote Politics I was a kid acknowledging all of the t | |
| Now I' m an adult and I feel like a prophet | |
| Like how many shots did I call? Should I call my accountant? | |
| Since Hip Hop the counter culture became the culture of counting | |
| Yet, accountability' s dead We just out for them checks | |
| So proud that we gotta sell out for respect | |
| And the barely hidden insincerity is so foul, you live with the threat | |
| That hi5' s are always followed with a request | |
| Somebody said that success is the best revenge, And it' s a point so valid | |
| That s is all network, no talent | |
| It' s an imbalance, so telling it like it is just might destroy your access | |
| To this circus of trendwhores with coke habits Well, I' ve had it! | |
| I' m earnest to the platelets in my bones | |
| And anyone afraid to burn a bridge is too lazy to build their own | |
| I' m obsessive compulsive reps are what I know | |
| A perfectionist with a restraining order can' t leave wellenough alone | |
| So, I tend to expose the devil that' s close | |
| And that never bodes well for their soulselling M. O | |
| Like when our distributor fell in a hole and said they were broke | |
| But they kept what they sold so I never saw a cent of my dough | |
| Here' s another lesson to quote, becoming friends with the press is a NO | |
| Cause they grow resentful, it' s best the less that they know | |
| Them muf s pretend that they' re so essential the probe isn' t farfetched | |
| They' re just star s with pencils in tow | |
| But yo. the most disrespectful joke especially low | |
| I bled for this, bro | |
| Even went to the post to send you this | |
| Indie is trendy so Majors will cloak their artists as independents and pose | |
| That' s like repping as organic Pepsi Coke | |
| You didn' t do it yourself! You ain' t authentic, you never knew what I felt | |
| The disabling stress that ruined my health | |
| You' re claiming credit like you ain' t abetted by ludicrous wealth | |
| And then aided by numerous helpers, You may fool em well, cause who' s gonna tell? Me tbag! | |
| Did you get a billion views from an elf? Oh it' s magic! | |
| Clear channel don' t have no room on its shelves for a book of spells | |
| You know that t' s bad, when a kid' s hat is a big splash | |
| And we skip past if he spits raps, but his hip dance is a hit smash within six flat | |
| It' s a slap in the face, when you' ve mastered a trade | |
| And every brick you' ve paved for their way is smashed in a day | |
| And so rappers become actors, and then actors become rappers | |
| This ain' t fantasy fulfillment, this t is facts for the stage! | |
| It went from Sucka MCs to wack s to herbs | |
| To s, to lames, backpackers, netcees to nerds | |
| To hipsters to blog rappers to frat, struggle to drill | |
| But none of those name come if you' re ill | |
| I am the hunter that went for the jugular | |
| Spilling the blood of other hunters, And still I summoned the hunger to kill | |
| But you bring out the worst in me, cause them pickings ain' t nouri ng | |
| And it eats me alive it hurts when this stomach is filled | |
| The new run of the mill: chasing fame. In this day and age. When brutality' s raging | |
| Like fa on and throwing cash in our faces, is gonna change it | |
| It' s vapid, it' s aimless, I can' t quit, I have to just say this | |
| Cause I' m a g man and that' s dedication | |
| End of statement |
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