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[Joe Budden] The game is foul at both ends of it There's no freedom of speech 'cause of this little thing we call censorship As if that don't narrow our content enough We make it smaller, talkin' bout rims and shit Gettin jerked for the art, 'cause the art's now work When you sittin' now writin' in penmanship And now the radio's human, for it to fuck with you gotta make friends with it So I make some old radio crap Since everything else on the radio's that DJ's spin this, maybe go plat And if it don't play, they'll say he's so wack I'm everything, controversial Underground, gangsta rap, slash commercial (I'm) introspective, (I'm) slash reflective Call the shit whatever long as you get the message Call the shit whatever long as it ain't neglected Long as it gets respected, yeah Wack dudes going hard to be nice Nice dues going hard to be wack, going hard for a plaque Keep doin' what you always did, keep gettin' what you always got Joey always hot, and it may seem I ain't always On Top But I aim in more ways than I'm not It's all twisted, nowadays can't fail to make the charts Cause the stars made the sales, but now sales make the stars SongtexteWish I could go back to the days of glory It was all about music, less about the story It's like a talk show, one long episode of Maury One long episode that bores me It's like a talk show, more like a soap Can't change the channel, can't find the remote I call it pathetic, some find it as dope Some call it hard, I call it all choch' I find it to be a big screen full of smoke Stay in it long enough, you guaranteed to choke Aus Songtexte Mania