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Big Daddy Kane |
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Veteranz Day |
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Shame! |
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There's no myth or fable about the pimpin' at your label |
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What goes on under the table, why you think your deal is so unstable? |
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Now, whose the macaroni, a&r's acting phony |
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Once you make the matrimony, then he start to slackin' don't he |
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Or could it be the president that's being hesitant |
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Playin' his artist like a corner workin' specimen |
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And i ain't kidding you when i say it's political |
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The way they make a ridicule of artists can be pitiful |
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You know damn well there shouldn't be no company co |
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Trying to show me about rap that's 53 or so |
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But yet and still they want to add advice, trying to keep their status right |
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When they should be working records for gladys knight |
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Who shape artists, man they catching rape charges |
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Once you sign on the dotted line, they lead you in the blind |
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Then you find, your state of revenue remains the same |
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Cause you getting less points than steve kerr be getting in a game |
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And just because it be too hardcore to judge it |
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They won't even touch it, and get to frontin' on the budget |
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When new artists come out, i can foresee the worst outcome |
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Cause everybody i know got beat their first album |
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So i took my contract to a lawyer so he can check it out (he don't know) |
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Then i took it to dionne warwick so she can read my hand (she don't know) |
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Chorus |
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It's a shame, when artists gotta deal with cheats |
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They got game, for every young rapper they see out on the streets |
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You sign your name, they get like big red on the five heartbeats |
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Now who the blame, when you starvin' and your record label eats |
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Verse 2 |
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Preach brother |
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They say the truth will set you free, but i see signs of treachery |
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Go on perpetually, here's how they get you g |
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They use the tricks, just to juice your mix |
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But cross be in their heart like a vampire stabbed with a crucifix |
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I had the enemy in my vicinity with the false identity |
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Of a friend to me to injure me |
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They ride along just to guide you wrong |
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Play like they beside you strong, and start to faking moves like olajuwon |
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Who side you on, revealing all that low down dirty dealing |
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I can see your skin peeling it changed like a chameleon |
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First you believe in them, but once you disagree with them |
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They try to get magilla repertoire and that ain't even them |
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And all those who has betrayed, be fast to fade |
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Cause they cast a shade, with the masquerade |
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What's dealt, is low blows below the belt |
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Lord have mercy, i know how julius caesar must have felt |
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I start to think back when i was just a youth |
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I should have listened to the words of the god born truth |
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He said, "look out for black snakes they all up in your cypher |
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Black snakes you can't see therefore they sneak up and they bite ya'" |
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They get to flippin' cause they think you slippin' |
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So remember, don't get to slippin' cause they get to flippin' |
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And trippin', what's that you grippin', beside your hippin' |
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You think my heart is skippin', go save that game for scottie pippen |
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Chorus |
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It's a shame, to see how far left people be going |
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They got game, to think that all this time you said you know them |
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It ain't the same, aah, so now you see the way they flowin' |
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Now who they blame, ain't nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing |
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Verse 3 |
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Now, wait a minute, i'm starting to see lotsa, hip-hop imposters |
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Is rap a category at the oscars? |
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Too much nino brown up in your life |
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Cause since then, man i done seen wesley snipes playin' a drag queen |
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But yet and still you want to mimic the stars of cinema |
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Pretending huh? so full of it they need an enema |
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Cause see dig, they all like to talk big |
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But then they want to renege, when there's a curling iron in their wig |
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You talking loud and saying nothing, what's the world becoming? |
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The frontin', now pay attention you may learn something |
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Now, i ain't knocking you, but come on let's be logical |
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You know that it's impossible to stop the unstoppable |
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I would suggest that they, go back and check my resume |
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Cause tunes that i made yesterday, can hang out with the best today |
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Peace to easy mo, cause he makes the beats to flow |
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And i grab the microphone and flip it like pizza dough |
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Chorus |
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Shame |
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Now who the blame |
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I need to be the mayor, so i can change the things around here |
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I need to be the governor, i need to be the governor |