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Rap, Hip Hop Collab, Beats
Arod just your Average Emcee tryign to make things happen.
Influences Mos Def, Common, Talib Kweli, De La Soul, Arrested Development
Song Info
Genre
Peak in subgenre #19,287
Author
Arod
Rights
Devize on the beat
Uploaded
January 23, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
its like for me, i see no fame insite/
so in my rhymes i try to explain when i write/
its a pain in my life/
some sort of thorn in my musical mind/
record deals are straight jackets, i dont wanna be confined/
locked up and hated, why do they hate me/
yo this is achin' me/
nowadays hip hop, it equals slavery/
and im the games tobe, just trying to make it free/
rap actors, yes master, this whack industry/
they lack backbone, so they act like the emcees they dont wanna be/
they sell out, to sell shows, make music that fans think is a hot/
for a chance for a check cut from a label in they mail box/
that sell stock, and in the end give the emcees shell shock/
by no means do i see my self as close to the best emcee/
they can do them, i just do me/
but you see im free when in my lines/
free when i rhyme, cuz you see im free inside/
im not one of these whack rappas, shackled and chained to the constrains of this game/
A hip hop slave getting traded from label to label/
so im willin an able, not feelin the fakest/
buildin an makin, a killin not takin jack from crap that doesn't matter to me/
matter a fact checked my stacks no plauques this kid raps for free/
and no lie at times i think its better being unsigned/
what i rhyme is mine, not some fancy production gimick/
cuz for a signin bonus, i sold my rights, my ideas and it can happen that quick/
these days emcees get lied to and tricked, then they're out their album/
and only left with a car, and a coulple of dollars to show for it/
whats a measely 50gs, when an executive is makin one hundred and forty four times more than me from my own cd/
i put in the work, im not trying get played, im not trying to be this games next new slave/
bleedin hot tracks, get told they're all whack, get dropped from a label/
and then picked up again for close to scratch/
forget it, just quit it do music... for fun... do it cuz i feel it, and i got the love/
above most stay tru myself, forget the the fame and the wealth/
i mean dont get me wrong the dollars and the materials are great/
but whats it all worthe if i have to sell my soul and be fake/
dollars, and hoes not worthe it, you can have it, just take it/
and if thats the only way i dont wanna make it/
id rather give my cds to freinds and let them play it/
cuz though i hate to say it, im not trying to leave my realm of demos and cold shoulders/
to limos and shofahs, bimbos and 100g games of poker/
to dating model chicks named wilona,
who get it my head, and change my whole persona/
cuz im not trying to be what i've hated, see me sold out, i coulnd't take it/
and they say all you have do is your style you have to change it/
you think about and debate it, and in a day you respond with a no/
these are big words to say til the money's in your face and you just wanna take it/
grab it, i just snatch it, 40g if i want it i can have it, i snagged it/
100g car if i want it, i can drive it, so i buy it/
you might see smiling but inside id be dying, crying, wondering why/
i did what i did, and what i'm about, wondering how i ever sold out/
its like i gained the world but i lost it all/
i pause cuz the flaws are the cuase of my so called endin/
went from disciplined to a hypocrit/
Hip hop genesis... hip hop slavery/
a pain in me, the day to see arod/
made a feind, when i changed the scene/
because i was paid from green/
