P-p-p-p... please bear witness to this attempt
To rid this unkempt existence of judgment
Between business and artistic realness
Cease this confusion of wackness
This illusion of facts, this pollution of lack of sense
These views of an abusive solution
Listen to a new alternative
To the view I've got to give for the few privileged
What's true dissected for you
My mission to get rid of the myth
To stick you with strict system of basis
Call it underground economics
When you're freestyling you should be kicking to train of thought
So you must be thinking about money a lot
But you're an emcee, which means that's my money you speak of
So I spend my money to hear you rapping about it in my speakers?
Hah! I don't know about that, so basically if you whack
You're just profiting off of the intelligence that your audience lacks
And if you want to be smart learn to recognize art
And forget about those with no message playing hard
What should I tell you to sell you my LP?
See, when I put it that way what pays is all you see
Or would you rather of rapper who's original?
With the unexpected freshest, forget those criminals
Talking about how they rich off selling drugs
Felons and thugs, peeling slugs, killing those they love
I'm above that, had enough of that, cause that's whack
Those rhymes is wickity-wickity-wickity... whack
Yo, I choose to invest my money in artists that I know
Will use it towards the cause, not the lame-old, same-old
Every time I spend my money I choose to give it those who will give it
To those who will give it to the love of living, to the lives of our children
Economically, for the great satisfaction yielding
With no decrease in marginal utility
Your high standard of living allows me no versatility
You enforce the formulas with laws to prevent me
From living my life to the fullest extent, to my fullest intent
But you will repent, because I'm not like them, my back won't bend
My back won't bend. Simple as that: can't bend the back
Art, definition
The expression of an artist's rendition
Or interpretation with attempted transition
To another person into a similar position
Appealing to the spirit and mind
Feelings and facts combined
Often revealing what's between the lines
Appearing in a variety of kinds
Like, my rhymes.
It's time to take the path of rap back to the content
No more hunting from meaning, I state it blatant
Whether you believe it or not is entirely up to you
But keep in mind I won't say what not true
Because lies are what you see every day
And if you could trust me there's another way
Don't be bored with rap, be bored with the artist
The majority is crap, that's why I prefer to choose the smartest
Lyrical professionals who offer something to learn
It's about time that the tables turn
Why nod your head to the beat of a lame rhyme
When you could be feeding your head at the same time?
See mine, and compare the qualities
Ask yourself, when will this bullshit cease?
The beast will stop it's shitting when you stop feeding it a feast
In other words, stop buying all these industrial CDs
When the profits gone, the industry will disappear
And when the profits gone, I'll still be here
Don't fear, open your ear
And hear the raps of the cat that really don't care
I express myself spiritually, that's what an artist all about
Don't conform to the normality, that's a sellout
So I give you my permission to copy this
Distribute it freely throughout your entire metropolis
Or wherever you are, get your friends hooked on it
Destroy your whack albums, don't re-sell them to the market
Cause some unfortunate kid might get it somehow
We can't have that if the industry is going down
It may seem like ain't no reason to hope
It's like somebody telling you how to cast your vote
But I don't want you to vote, don't even register
Because the day a candidate represents you will be never
So at least boycott this industrial whackness
And then one day we'll stop political madness
Oh, we'll stop it. It has to stop
Because it's not the quantity, it's the quality
Not the size of the army, it's the loyalty
It's not the beauty, it's the personality
Not the amount of money, it's the currency
It's not the weight of the sack, it's the potency
Not the bass in the back, it's the clarity
It's not the hours worked, it's the efficiency
It's not the length of the word, it's the meaning
It's hard to have the best of both worlds, and timing is everything
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P-p-p-p... please bear witness to this attempt
To rid this unkempt existence of judgment
Between business and artistic realness
Cease this confusion of wackness
This illusion of facts, this pollution of lack of sense
These views of an abusive solution
Listen to a new alternative
To the view I've got to give for the few privileged
What's true dissected for you
My mission to get rid of the myth
To stick you with strict system of basis
Call it underground economics
When you're freestyling you should be kicking to train of thought
So you must be thinking about money a lot
But you're an emcee, which means that's my money you speak of
So I spend my money to hear you rapping about it in my speakers?
Hah! I don't know about that, so basically if you whack
You're just profiting off of the intelligence that your audience lacks
And if you want to be smart learn to recognize art
And forget about those with no message playing hard
What should I tell you to sell you my LP?
See, when I put it that way what pays is all you see
Or would you rather of rapper who's original?
With the unexpected freshest, forget those criminals
Talking about how they rich off selling drugs
Felons and thugs, peeling slugs, killing those they love
I'm above that, had enough of that, cause that's whack
Those rhymes is wickity-wickity-wickity... whack
Yo, I choose to invest my money in artists that I know
Will use it towards the cause, not the lame-old, same-old
Every time I spend my money I choose to give it those who will give it
To those who will give it to the love of living, to the lives of our children
Economically, for the great satisfaction yielding
With no decrease in marginal utility
Your high standard of living allows me no versatility
You enforce the formulas with laws to prevent me
From living my life to the fullest extent, to my fullest intent
But you will repent, because I'm not like them, my back won't bend
My back won't bend. Simple as that: can't bend the back
Art, definition
The expression of an artist's rendition
Or interpretation with attempted transition
To another person into a similar position
Appealing to the spirit and mind
Feelings and facts combined
Often revealing what's between the lines
Appearing in a variety of kinds
Like, my rhymes.
It's time to take the path of rap back to the content
No more hunting from meaning, I state it blatant
Whether you believe it or not is entirely up to you
But keep in mind I won't say what not true
Because lies are what you see every day
And if you could trust me there's another way
Don't be bored with rap, be bored with the artist
The majority is crap, that's why I prefer to choose the smartest
Lyrical professionals who offer something to learn
It's about time that the tables turn
Why nod your head to the beat of a lame rhyme
When you could be feeding your head at the same time?
See mine, and compare the qualities
Ask yourself, when will this bullshit cease?
The beast will stop it's shitting when you stop feeding it a feast
In other words, stop buying all these industrial CDs
When the profits gone, the industry will disappear
And when the profits gone, I'll still be here
Don't fear, open your ear
And hear the raps of the cat that really don't care
I express myself spiritually, that's what an artist all about
Don't conform to the normality, that's a sellout
So I give you my permission to copy this
Distribute it freely throughout your entire metropolis
Or wherever you are, get your friends hooked on it
Destroy your whack albums, don't re-sell them to the market
Cause some unfortunate kid might get it somehow
We can't have that if the industry is going down
It may seem like ain't no reason to hope
It's like somebody telling you how to cast your vote
But I don't want you to vote, don't even register
Because the day a candidate represents you will be never
So at least boycott this industrial whackness
And then one day we'll stop political madness
Oh, we'll stop it. It has to stop
Because it's not the quantity, it's the quality
Not the size of the army, it's the loyalty
It's not the beauty, it's the personality
Not the amount of money, it's the currency
It's not the weight of the sack, it's the potency
Not the bass in the back, it's the clarity
It's not the hours worked, it's the efficiency
It's not the length of the word, it's the meaning
It's hard to have the best of both worlds, and timing is everything
To rid this unkempt existence of judgment
Between business and artistic realness
Cease this confusion of wackness
This illusion of facts, this pollution of lack of sense
These views of an abusive solution
Listen to a new alternative
To the view I've got to give for the few privileged
What's true dissected for you
My mission to get rid of the myth
To stick you with strict system of basis
Call it underground economics
When you're freestyling you should be kicking to train of thought
So you must be thinking about money a lot
But you're an emcee, which means that's my money you speak of
So I spend my money to hear you rapping about it in my speakers?
Hah! I don't know about that, so basically if you whack
You're just profiting off of the intelligence that your audience lacks
And if you want to be smart learn to recognize art
And forget about those with no message playing hard
What should I tell you to sell you my LP?
See, when I put it that way what pays is all you see
Or would you rather of rapper who's original?
With the unexpected freshest, forget those criminals
Talking about how they rich off selling drugs
Felons and thugs, peeling slugs, killing those they love
I'm above that, had enough of that, cause that's whack
Those rhymes is wickity-wickity-wickity... whack
Yo, I choose to invest my money in artists that I know
Will use it towards the cause, not the lame-old, same-old
Every time I spend my money I choose to give it those who will give it
To those who will give it to the love of living, to the lives of our children
Economically, for the great satisfaction yielding
With no decrease in marginal utility
Your high standard of living allows me no versatility
You enforce the formulas with laws to prevent me
From living my life to the fullest extent, to my fullest intent
But you will repent, because I'm not like them, my back won't bend
My back won't bend. Simple as that: can't bend the back
Art, definition
The expression of an artist's rendition
Or interpretation with attempted transition
To another person into a similar position
Appealing to the spirit and mind
Feelings and facts combined
Often revealing what's between the lines
Appearing in a variety of kinds
Like, my rhymes.
It's time to take the path of rap back to the content
No more hunting from meaning, I state it blatant
Whether you believe it or not is entirely up to you
But keep in mind I won't say what not true
Because lies are what you see every day
And if you could trust me there's another way
Don't be bored with rap, be bored with the artist
The majority is crap, that's why I prefer to choose the smartest
Lyrical professionals who offer something to learn
It's about time that the tables turn
Why nod your head to the beat of a lame rhyme
When you could be feeding your head at the same time?
See mine, and compare the qualities
Ask yourself, when will this bullshit cease?
The beast will stop it's shitting when you stop feeding it a feast
In other words, stop buying all these industrial CDs
When the profits gone, the industry will disappear
And when the profits gone, I'll still be here
Don't fear, open your ear
And hear the raps of the cat that really don't care
I express myself spiritually, that's what an artist all about
Don't conform to the normality, that's a sellout
So I give you my permission to copy this
Distribute it freely throughout your entire metropolis
Or wherever you are, get your friends hooked on it
Destroy your whack albums, don't re-sell them to the market
Cause some unfortunate kid might get it somehow
We can't have that if the industry is going down
It may seem like ain't no reason to hope
It's like somebody telling you how to cast your vote
But I don't want you to vote, don't even register
Because the day a candidate represents you will be never
So at least boycott this industrial whackness
And then one day we'll stop political madness
Oh, we'll stop it. It has to stop
Because it's not the quantity, it's the quality
Not the size of the army, it's the loyalty
It's not the beauty, it's the personality
Not the amount of money, it's the currency
It's not the weight of the sack, it's the potency
Not the bass in the back, it's the clarity
It's not the hours worked, it's the efficiency
It's not the length of the word, it's the meaning
It's hard to have the best of both worlds, and timing is everything
Writer: Scott Erickson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid