Lights Camera Action
(专辑: Day Of The Dog - 2006)
This is dedicated to the
MC That struggles with the
funds and Most of his shows You can count the
crowd on one hand He's straight up... every tune that he's played he wrote But barely even gets played on community radio And he ain't got a
label He rolls solo Pressing up his own shit And doing his own promo He holds no dough Like an old hobo They think he's so loco But oh no, no He's like a
lone photo That wont give up through any turn of the
wether Even though the
road is slow He's still determined as ever Until he's churning out chedder Because his flow is butter He gotta get exposed Like he needs to blow his cover They start to feel his vibe Because his rhyming is hot So the
deal arives And he just signs on the
dot It started so simply All about the
words that you say But now there's jerks that are payed Off his works that are played And he ain't getting shit Just a
few perks of the
trade He sees the
real industry And what lurks in the
shade Cus everything he worked for The
struggle to build The
love and the
skill Ain't worth shit next to a
couple of mil So he sits back Feels lame, jaded and old The
games taking its toll The
fames raping his soul Of the
industry Cus they forgot this was art The
aim was breaking the
mold Not trying to fit the
part But if he spits it smart He can hit the
heart He's only got one dart And he ain't gonna miss the
mark Creative control Only a
few who have found Completely credible music But with that lucrative sound Its goes Lights, camera, action, your on son you wanna rhyme but are you in it for the
long run? Cus you dream about platinum on this mic Best wake the
fuck up It don't happen over night Its goes Lights, camera, action, your on son you wanna rhyme but are you in it for the
long run? Cus you dream about platinum on this mic Best wake the
fuck up It don't happen over night you aren't exposed to what your contract shows In fine print They gotta get back every cent you spent The
mainstream made fresh with a
grain of salt now This is dedicated to the
MC Who lives in the
spot light Teeth shown from hunger Like dogs in a
cock fight There frightened by his freedom So they call the
police But he's the
one who wakes you up When you falling 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 Exactley how he sees it And if rhyming is a
secret I
don't know how he keeps it But believe me its some deep shit And these kids all relate You cant see it But you feel it like a
kick to the
face And when he grows up, shit So will his rhymes Time after time, again He'll keep blowing your mind His flow is divine Just a
young buck with a
curse He sets fire to a...with a
couple of words Hes out for the
cause Man he's out there on tours Trying to visit your town There's no bringing him down So, get ready for the
ride of your life Tryin'ta maintain, but have a
slice of the
pie It's a
damn 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 Trying to bring that love back wild, and young at heart like a
rugrat Still walking in the
club packed Yelling WHERE THE BUD AT! Living like the
underdog, who promised that he'd come back Its goes Lights, camera, action, your on son you wanna rhyme but are you in it for the
long run? Cus you dream about platinum on this mic Best wake the
fuck up It don't happen over night Its goes Lights, camera, action, your on son you wanna rhyme but are you in it for the
long run? Cus you dream about platinum on this mic Best wake the
fuck up It don't happen over night [Spoken] You think you gonna become an MC over night You Better snap out that fucking dream Man it takes years for this