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This is dedicated to the MC The struggles with the funds and Most of his shows, you can count the crowd on one hand He shred a bill with every tune that he's played, we roll But barley even gets played on Community radio And he 'aint got a label, he rolls dollo Pressing up his own shit And doing his own promo He owes no dough Like an old hobo They think he's solo, go But oh no no He's like a lone Frodo That won't give up That when he turn at the weather Even though the road is slow he's still determined as ever Until he's churning out cheddar Because he's flow is butter He gotta get exposed like he needs to blow his cover They start to feel his vibe Cuz his rhyming is hot So the deal arrives, and he just signs on the dot It started so simply, all about the words that you say But now the jerks that are paid off his works that are played And he aint getting shit, just a few perks of the trade He sees a real industry, and what lurks in the shade SongtexteCuz everything he worked for the struggle, the bill the love and the skill Aint worth shit next to a couple of mill. So he sits back, feels lame, cheated and old The games taking its toll, the fames raping he's soul Of the industry, cuz they forgot that this is art The aim was breaking the mould, not tryna fit the part But if he spits it smart, he can hit the heart He only got one dart, he aint gonna miss the mark Creative control, only a few who are found Completely credible music, but with that lucrative sound [Chorus] It goes, Lights, camera, action (your on son) You wanna rhyme but are you in it for the long run Cuz you dream about platinum on this mic Best, wake the fuck up, it don't happen overnight man [X2] This is dedicated to the MC Who lives in the spotlight. Loti shown from hunger Like dogs in a cock-fight They're frightened by his freedom, so they call the police But he's the one who wakes you up, when you've fallen asleep That kid with an idea, who catches the bus Who writes life through his eyes, that's attached to a brush And he paints the world, exactly how he sees it And if rhyming is a secret, I dunno how he keeps it But believe me its some deeps shit, and these kids'll relate Can't see it, but you feel it like a kick in the face And when he grows up, shit so will he's rhymes Time after time, again he'll keep blowing ya mind He's flow is divine, just a young buck with a curse He sets fire to a cipher, with just a couple of words Man he's out for the cause, man he's out their on tours Tryna visit ya town, there's no bringing him down So, get ready for the ride of your life, tryna maintain but have a slice of the pie It's a dam shame, that their life has a price But they can't touch me or tell me what to rhyme on this mic So I rhyme what I like, tryna bring that love back Wild, and young and hard like a rugrat Still walking in the club packed, yelling where the bar at? Livin' like the underdog that promised that he'd come back. [Chorus] It goes, Lights, camera, action (your on son) You wanna rhyme but are you in it for the long run Cuz you dream about platinum on this mic Best, wake the fuck up, it don't happen overnight man [X2] (Thanks to Danni for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania