SA-ROC: END-US-TRY (industry)
(Hello? Hello?) Is this thing on?
Is this the microphone I’m gon’ make history on?
There must be something better than this sh*t we on
Well, if it isn’t, pack my things, coz that’s it, we gone
See, see, I know the game is rather different these days
But, I never thought that thinking would become passé
… that that a sale in booty would become class A
And that the realest MCs would become plastic
Are we so eager for success we to see (?)
Wash our hands so we can our break bread and bed with the thieves
Turn our heads so we can’t see the broken hearts of the seeds
Creating fantasy so that we forces ourselves to believe, believe
How you bleed? Is their fluid left in your veins?
Or do they keep you on the tap for sacrificing your name?
Is the money good enough to keep from going insane?
Or do veneers cover up the jagged edge of your shame? Dayum.
Industry shady you need to be taking over (scratch) Think about it (scratch) There’s a war going on (scratch)
Every time I hear a brother call a girl b*tch or a h*
Now, now, just let me know if I am getting to deep
I wouldn’t want you drowning just because you can’t keep up up
With what I’m saying coz your mind is still sleep
Just just move it more quickly coz (?) your feet
Why are you so damn offending that I’m talking to you?
I’m the one who get objectified by you and your crew
You say the only rap I have is fricking (?)
And if I wanna get into it, then Ms Conscious won’t do
I understand but still it hurt just the same
You did a disrespected (?) with your sorry life cane (?)
Finding comfort in my bosom then you call me a “ho”
Is that why you feel compelled to laugh and shout “no homo”?
I’m getting mixed signaling off the back
This misogyny is turning out androgynous cats
Rocking fitted skinny denim, chest is covered with tats
I’m confused, tryna figure, where they do that sh*t at?
You walking with your head down, scared to look, now, tell me that aint insecure (scratch)
Every time I hear a brother call a girl b*tch or a h*, don’t make me hafta call your name out
Well I guess it’s the inevitable thing they gon’ say
“She just mad coz she writing what what the stations won’t play”
Yea I’m pissed at the dj’s less (?) intelligent raps
True (?) to spin nonsensical irrelevant raps
And I know it’s rotating for a reason son
it’s the record label heads you appeasing son
That unseen hand that controls the waves
so let them beat pattern system (?) make a modern day slave
Here they go again, talking that conscious ish
I’m amazed at (?) your wooden consciousness
You can spit 16 bout your beautiful swag
But you didn’t know a thing about the war in the Sudan
’till Caucasian celebrities made it they bag
To show us how little poor little Africans have
I’m just saying aint no use in powerless we using (?)
All I wanna know what the hell happened to the music?
I do this for my culture, label owners hate me I’m raising the status quo up x3,
Who’s the real criminals? FBI spying on us, Bring the power back to the street where the people live
All that thug rapping and gimmicks,
I excel then prevail.
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