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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #953
Peak in subgenre #516
Author
Jiggidy
Rights
Jiggidy 2006
Uploaded
May 27, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.7 MB • 128 kbps • 5:05
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Is this place free? Theres no freedom to smoke
And to be honest theres really no freedom to vote
Cuz ya vote comes down Democrat or Republican
Their all paid off even city councilmen
Spendin our money for personal gain
Floodin our streets with pounds of cocaine
Arrestin the dealers who profite too much
That can drive a man crazy this shit is fucked up
Once you get a taste of fortune its never enough
People try to bring you down when you movin up
Thats why fame aint all its cracked up to be
You gotta sell out to be a famous emcee
Make one hit single thats all you need
Theres too much pollution in the industry
Everybody copy cats No originality
These are thoughts in the mind of Jiggidy
[Hook] x2
This is just a thought Just my words in rhyme
What happened to the days that we lived our lives?
Now its all work to get that money
Whats paper really worth? its just colored green
But people are dyin for these dead presidents
Our mind is controlled by greedy businesses
[Verse 2]
Business is about slittin some necks
Doin whatever you can to earn yo check
Tryin to earn the respect of yo superiors
So you can get the money major not inferior
Ready to climb on up the corporate ladder
With a promotion comes a raise to get pockets fatter
But to me it doesnt matter I want enough to survive
Enough to not worry about if I can live my life
Cuz I got bills too just like yall do
I gotta brush off my suit get ready for the interview
Goin on in with a burst of confidence
Cuz I know in my mind my skills are emaculate
This is what I gotta do to get my bread up
It must be my lucky day like findin a penny heads up
Im bout to break through the industry offices
Lettin em know its Jiggidy and they aint stoppin this
[Hook] x2
[Homer Simpson]
I'll do a rap boom chika boom chika boom chi boom
I'm mr. plow and I'm here to say
I'm the plowenest guy in the USA
I gotta big plow and I move a lotta things
Like your cow if you have one
[Hook] x2
[News Radio Guy]
We dont need your education we dont need your thought control
Then again another wise man said if you can get more money screw your friends
[Mr. Burns]
This man is costing my health plan $5000 a day
I demand that he die with dignity
[Verse 3]
This is just a thought dont take it to heart
What happened to the days when hip hop was art?
Kool Moe Dee Grandmaster Flash
Public Enemy and others in the past
That was true hip hop in its purest form
Now its not about rap these days anymore
Its who can sell the most or bling the brightest
Fuck all that shit who can rap the tightest?
All the real spitters are underground
Out doin shows or at the burial mound
Rappers gettin killed way before they time
Big Proof got shot in a club and died
Soulja Slim got shot in front of his mommas house
I cant believe Jam Master Jay got taken out
Big Pun set the tone for latino rappers
To those dead and gone rest in peace forever
[Hook] x2
