Jus another emcee comin from the SoCal! Jus doin this all as a hobby and for the love of the art.
i do this stuff from home. my first few songs i just used already made beats, stuff from smilez & southstar, the liks, etc. but the new ones, im trying to find time to actually composed the beat to it as well as just writing the song.
Story behind the song
Got bored. Nuff sed.
Lyrics
::chorus
is it really all about cash, all about hoes,
all about cars, all about sellin dope?
all about spittin beef on the radio?
nothin more? i guess if yall say so...
but shouldnt it be about keepin it real?
whats the deal? man, use them words to heal.
to reveal - the truth, not to spread the lies
wanna see a real emcee? look in these eyes
is it really all about cash, all about hoes,
all about cars, all about sellin dope?
all about spittin beef on the radio?
nothin more? i guess if yall say so...
but shouldnt it be about keepin it real?
whats the deal? man, use them words to heal.
to reveal - the truth, not to spread the lies
wanna see a real emcee? look in these eyes
::verse 1
supercalifragilisticmothafuckindoshus
i grab the mic and spit, but yall already knoe this
no need for introduction, yall already knoe the name
but for yall who dont i think i really juss gotta make my claim
cuz its the - e-m-v-double-e you see i cud b
juss as lyric-al-ly keen as jay z, nas or fiddy could be
othas be sayin that they fly, but u knoe they all talk
they could eat fruity pebbles but they shit wouldnt even rock
take a lesson in self found expression, and i aint messin
skill is a blessin, not a profession, and thats what i be stressin
otha emcees try so hard to be what they cant be
they get clowned for bein fake and they go take it personally
its aight tho, i aint got shit to say
picky motha fuckas jus gotta have it their way
live a given life of livin right behind a mask
but i got some questions that i really gotta ask
::chorus
::verse 2
take some advice man, im not a nice man
ill be nice when i want, dont try to entice meh
ill lyricism and poetry is the flow with me
if u want ill show u how, take my hand and then juss go with me
to the land where your power is defined by mic in hand
where the demand for fans can easily make or break a man
where speakers and tweeters become your political leaders
blazin up the heaters, turnin you eardurms right up into bleeders
the turntables are the teachers for our sermon preachers
hip hop is religion and sucka emcees gotta fill the bleachers
to get they daily bread in the form of sick verses said
till the day they lay passed out, face down in they coffin bed
then maybe they gon have some time to think about the truth
like how to speak for a cause `stead of how to raise the roof
take a second, take a minute, take an hour to think
while u listen these questions n give em time to sink (now)
::chorus
::verse 3
back to finish what i dint finish a while back
polish it off n b done till is time fo` anotha track
jus anotha one of them things to forget about
like what i said to yo girl, yea what she got all wet about
im gifted with the gift of gab, keep a tab - i blab
cook em in the lab spit em till the lips chap
i got a way to stick my words like it was meant to be
crazy soundin cuz u knoe i rhyme experimentally
matter of fact, or is it the fact of the matter
the mic - ill shatter - but the wallet aint gettin fatter
it dont matter to me bout the cash - bout the hoes
bout the dope - bout the whips - with them loud stereos
it matters to me about keepin it real man
spit what u live man, spit what u feel man
emcees are born every minute or so
but will they be fake? i jus dont know
::chorus to fade
