Emcees are a dime a dozen, we got a dozen of dimes. For those who don't think we're serious...
hiphop
piano
chinese
acoustic guitar
femcee
asian
vietnamese
magnetic north
Lyrics
CHORUSx2
Emcees, they just a dime a dozen
I got a dozen of dimes
Cuz everyone and they cousin be jackin' other rapper's lines
Their uh, rhymes mean nothing because half the time,
Their raps are lies,
And that's why...
T:
So you wanna be an emcee? You wanna rhyme huh?
You wanna characterize your life in liners?
You think it's simple grab a pad and then you grip a pencil,
You write a song and when it bombs you blame the instrumental?
It's evidential, they barely respect-ya
See I write from the soul not the Merriam-Webster
And that Einstein is the fine line thats between us
...nevermind the line that's more like Mars and Venus
So leave it, why don't you, put the mic aside right?
You in it for the cameras but glamour is so finite.
So where's your heart at? Mine's here on this page.
Your heart never leaves the confines behind your rib cage.
Plus you all say, the same things and topics.
The same bling, same scene, the same plot twists.
The same flow, the same lame pantameters.
For shame yo, way to fucking drain the game amateurs!
CHORUS
Direct:
Now I know, the masses like to act fascist at my tracks,
Cuz I don't, rag on bastards with bad ass type battle raps
And my clothes, don't happen to match the latest fashion fads,
So I, should be banned from having a mic in my hand?
Well bitches like it or scram, cuz I'm goin fight it and stand here,
keep writing these lyrics til all ya'll hear it real damn clear.
keep shouting and screaming, til my lungs run out bleeding
til my heart's just stops beating, this hip hop art is my being.
But seeing how you don't-really-listen, to what emcees be spitting
you just, follow the hype, and to what-ever is spinning
on the radio waves, and what your friends play
man forget crea-tivity and how the shit was made
Yo who cares that I composed, e-ver-y note, on this beat, huh?
Who cares that I expose all-of-my-soul, when I speak, huh?
Who cares that all of my flows are original and unique, huh?
Man when will the ignorant people stop hinderin music by clipping its wings, huh?
CHORUS
Direct:
It's like, everyday a new name pops up in the game man,
but it's sad to say that all you start to sound the same man.
It's a shame man, betta say your a-mens,
I'm sorry, but none of us really want any more carbon copies.
You copy?
T:
10-4, I'll be your mentor
I'll prove to you what this pen is really meant for
Against your, popular beliefs and philosophy
It ain't for, talking about your frequent misogyny
Direct:
So follow me, cuz I'm about to break some new ground,
Cuz soon tomorrow be, the day that I create a new sound,
So step into this revolutionary era of rap,
It's about time, that my asian heritage varies the demographs
T:
So pass the Stenopad, cuz ya'll never had the heart for it
You never gave hip hop half of what I offered it
That's why you rap acts are rehashed and half assed
We get the last laugh, biatch, and that's that.
