Behind the Musick-Ras Kass

歌手 : Ras Kass
语种 : 英语
时长 : 04:48

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Behind the Musick - Ras Kass
I spit for the cabbage grind with a mission
And put capitol records in missionary positions
Used to love her like common but then you get signed
Behind the music now I just f**k the music from behind
They wanna know how it feels locked on penitentiary tiers
Sh*t I was locked down on priority for eight years
At least I got good time half time in
Now it's halftime I'm kicking ether like nasir
Not here to be liked came to redefine control of a mic
Y'all still stoning prophets in spite
Not phased with my spot in the light let you tell it
Ras bitter and jealous no I'm just better a spitter
They try to paint my lp's as mistakes tell me
How you judge the greatest by how many records are sold
I've got no regrets for the records I make
How can I disown my own soul
This childhood hobby adult hustle
Don't respect the God mother made you motherf**k you
My gospel pull video of the year presented to you
I'm stuck in a contract no medical or dental boo
I'm miserable y'all niggas think it's all gravy
Stunt' til they pay me and I don't give a f**k
If I sold one or one million but I see you do
Only good as your last record bad first week you're through
Music is a business and the business of business is to make money
Creativity they take from me
I never flopped I just stayed hip hop
When y'all hijacked rap music crashed into pop
Watch dudes go plat' and overnight hot
Then every clown run to use the same producer he got
And now your song ain't a hit if so and so ain't make the beat
Same dick riders used to say that ni**a's beats weak
Just blaze said it best collabo's happen now
For strategy and marketing niggas only doing features
If your sound scan sparkling
No more magic pulling my leg like go go gadget
One minute they hate you next minute they love you
Next minute it's f**k you then they forget you
You can play the coon clown around this year
Trust me you won't be around next year
One minute they hate you next minute they love you
Next minute it's f**k you then they forget you
Think I've figured out this hip hop sh*t
Hypocrites put you on a pedestal just to kick you down that b**ch
I'm still a rap fan microphone fiend
An insider like Russell crowe behind the scenes
You can be the hottest MC literally leave the mic smoking
No marketing and promotion
No 106 park no trl
Don't kill the messenger homey but don't expect to sell
Viacom own MTV vh1
Bet five labels until bmg
Merged with Sony emi universal and wea
Only four labels in the music industry brush
All radio controlled by two companies
Just two rap magazines read between the lines
Hip hop used to be the expression of struggle with rhymes
Corporate monopolized only certain sh*t shines
Only way to get radio and video and blow
They control what you say and the images you show
Cnn owned by AOL own time wanner
Trickle down effect of the new world order
And you wonder why van gogh was killed
Same reason dead prez lost they deal get real
I spit for the cabbage grind with a mission
And put capitol records in missionary positions
Used to love her like common but then you get signed
Behind the music now I just f**k the music from behind
One minute they hate you next minute they love you
Next minute it's f**k you then they forget you
You can play the coon clown around this year
Trust me you won't be around next year
One minute they hate you next minute they love you
Next minute it's f**k you then they forget you
Think I've figured out this hip hop sh*t
Hypocrites put you on a pedestal just to kick you down that b**ch
Magazine writers misprint you take words out of context
And got the nerve to wonder why I'm vexed
When I read the publication
I was like damn was we in the same conversation
This for the rap conniseurs magazine critics
Backpackers rap stars with b******t gimmicks
Fans even the stans the groupies and label executives
With corporate cards tricking my budget on coochie
Video chicks s*****g d**k between takes
Hoping to get saved and thanks for the a** shake
Like dave chappelle in half baked need a backyotomy
And some of these thugs is into sodomy
Large print giveth fine print taketh away
Your favorite rapper ain't recoup label take it away
Have a ni**a tempted to take an AK going postal
Rap made me loco hustle bicoastal
Why because the west monopolize
Same ol' niggas telling the same ol' lies
L a radio quick to suck out of town dick
South support they own create international hits
Out of regional records east coast create the buzz
Music capitol of the world thought it wasn't when it was
And somehow manage to screw us
Call west coast gangster rap whack then sold it back to us