Post by Cam3leon on Aug 12, 2005 11:12:29 GMT -5
This is another early work of mine, back when I was still developing as a lyricist. Went through a few edits along the way. Kinda like phorenzik's song.
(Verse 1)
Sometimes it’s hard to get a message across/
‘Cause people too busy seeing what kind of necklace ya floss/
Or how much it cost, so tell me, who’s the boss of this rap game?/
‘Cause I’d like to find that guy and complain/
About the same thing that’s plaguing today’s hip-hop/
The curse of commercialism everywhere, and it won’t stop/
But they can’t knock real acid-spitters that rock nightly/
Those rappers don’t need no stinking bling to excite me/
It might be an alternative to gangsta music/
But in reality, that’s how wankstas do it/
If that’s all you talk about in your songs/
No variety = notoriety in the street
Man, don’t get me wrong/
It’s cool to be a novelty like your glitz and glamour/
Spitting pop-chart anthems; surrounded by chicks enamored/
With the cheesy way you “kraft singles”,
As sick’ning as a syrupy sweet/
When your rhymes aren’t even that lyrically deep/
(Chorus)
That’s why we don’t need any bells and whistles/
Like rocking those rocks or flashing those crystals/
I represent real live R-A-P/
As we proceed to give you what you need/
And we don’t feed off of bells and whistles/
P-I-M-P ’s or T-H-U-G ’s with pistols/
I represent real live R-A-P/
As we proceed to give you what you need/
(Verse 2)
It bugs me knowing these posers
Don’t even have to be dope/
Few of them actually live what they’re rapping
And the other half of them don’t/
All it takes for Joe Doe to blow is one tight single/
Forget Super, he’ll be a Star with a second R like Ringo/
Mingled with beautiful people
Never looked back/
‘Cause no matter how much dope he blows on the microphone
He knows he never cooked crack/
Went from odd jobbing with slobs
To hobnobbing with snobs/
But later he’ll fade out quicker than Oshkosh B’gosh/
Now I admit it, you can’t blame us/
Rappers for wanting love and flaunting stuff when we become famous/
We’re entertainers, what do you expect?/
After all, many of us came from the same struggle
We gotta have something to rep/
But from sundown to sunup, when you do come up,/
Just don’t forget where you come from, ‘cause son/
Getting wrapped up in all that paper will label you “sellout”/
Even though you made it, don’t think you haven’t blatantly fell out/
(Chorus)
(Verse 3 Coming Soon.......) Holla back with some feedback
(Verse 1)
Sometimes it’s hard to get a message across/
‘Cause people too busy seeing what kind of necklace ya floss/
Or how much it cost, so tell me, who’s the boss of this rap game?/
‘Cause I’d like to find that guy and complain/
About the same thing that’s plaguing today’s hip-hop/
The curse of commercialism everywhere, and it won’t stop/
But they can’t knock real acid-spitters that rock nightly/
Those rappers don’t need no stinking bling to excite me/
It might be an alternative to gangsta music/
But in reality, that’s how wankstas do it/
If that’s all you talk about in your songs/
No variety = notoriety in the street
Man, don’t get me wrong/
It’s cool to be a novelty like your glitz and glamour/
Spitting pop-chart anthems; surrounded by chicks enamored/
With the cheesy way you “kraft singles”,
As sick’ning as a syrupy sweet/
When your rhymes aren’t even that lyrically deep/
(Chorus)
That’s why we don’t need any bells and whistles/
Like rocking those rocks or flashing those crystals/
I represent real live R-A-P/
As we proceed to give you what you need/
And we don’t feed off of bells and whistles/
P-I-M-P ’s or T-H-U-G ’s with pistols/
I represent real live R-A-P/
As we proceed to give you what you need/
(Verse 2)
It bugs me knowing these posers
Don’t even have to be dope/
Few of them actually live what they’re rapping
And the other half of them don’t/
All it takes for Joe Doe to blow is one tight single/
Forget Super, he’ll be a Star with a second R like Ringo/
Mingled with beautiful people
Never looked back/
‘Cause no matter how much dope he blows on the microphone
He knows he never cooked crack/
Went from odd jobbing with slobs
To hobnobbing with snobs/
But later he’ll fade out quicker than Oshkosh B’gosh/
Now I admit it, you can’t blame us/
Rappers for wanting love and flaunting stuff when we become famous/
We’re entertainers, what do you expect?/
After all, many of us came from the same struggle
We gotta have something to rep/
But from sundown to sunup, when you do come up,/
Just don’t forget where you come from, ‘cause son/
Getting wrapped up in all that paper will label you “sellout”/
Even though you made it, don’t think you haven’t blatantly fell out/
(Chorus)
(Verse 3 Coming Soon.......) Holla back with some feedback