How good artists sell their souls to become mainstream.
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Story behind the song
I constantly become reminded of how artists' passion and creativity wither in order to remain in the spotlight.
Lyrics
Verse I:
For all you amateurs lets take it back to the basics, tracks I lace ‘em, run ‘em similar to Asics, better brace quick I’ll run you into the ground, when you hearin that sound, armed with words that astound.
Your rhymes must be a joke because they’re making me laugh, if you insist on battling I’ll simply break you in half and burn you so bad your daft ass will need some skin grafts then turn right to ash, kinda like a bowl that is cashed. I hope you can last, my famous flows are plain unsurpassed, whenever I dash on stage it all just shatters like glass, vocab that’s vast, alas I’m in a whole different class, me and you’s like day and night you can see the contrast.
Think you’re the first to ever burst a verse on this earth and that your clout, depth of skill reflects what you’re worth? You’re songs are the worst, all you do is mumble and curse, the music pre-produced obviously unrehearsed. Your head is immersed and cannot be reversed, you gained money, fame, respect but you lost something first, you lost the big thirst, the drive to be prodigiously versed, with all the glamour life of luxury you’re ways were coerced.
Chorus: Most have never heard of me so let me introduce, myself anomaly lets take it back to the roots, back when money fame was valued under respect, and the style known as hip-hop was an art to perfect, when artists used to rap about the things in their hearts, and their main concern was music not their spot on the charts.
Verse II:
You were speedy to sign the treaty so you could make a cd in order to make it big and leave the streets marked with graffiti, and see the life you have to have changed completely, although signs of immaturity still shown themselves discretely. You started getting greedy when your life became altered, and then you reached a point where your performance it faltered, your record sales halted, and so did your dough, cuz it reflected truly what the purpose was for each show.
You reached a plateau to which you can never return, a height of status, glamour, money which you just could not earn, you fulfilled your turn and when it came the time to adjourn it raised some concern, results of which you just couldn’t spurn.
You let it all go, as soon as you were famous it dawned, the artist inside, withered and died, another one spawned, above and beyond, a place which does not correspond to the passion and the meaning that you showed in each song. All of that’s gone, past to happen never again, cuz in the end you lost the desire to pick up a pen.
Chorus: Most have never heard of me so let me introduce, myself anomaly lets take it back to the roots, back when money fame was valued under respect, and the style known as hip-hop was an art to perfect, when artists used to rap about the things in their hearts, and their main concern was music not their spot on the charts.