If I were to sit down and actually write out a list
Of the MC’s that missed it would be the constitution
They wear their caps backwards still saying wack words
No power to durhust just a few yes men
Raising the question of who gave you a contract
They should be fired you’re officially retired
I see you make a little cash and start showing your ass
You get laced up with jewels your crew’s acting like fools
Playing hard rock surrounded by body guards
Hoping no one pulls your card you got me laughing pretty hard
Thinking you’re the white hot man of the hour
But you just can’t figure how your flavor went sour
Back in ‘89 PE fought the power and in ‘86 Big Daddy Kane was raw
And I was right there on the first floor of the Palladium
You never played a venue local college or a stadium
A young boy’s fad is now a grown man’s profession
To earn this is a blessing
This skills have me guessing learn cause I’m testing
Follow this down no question
No doubt check it out
You be either rhyming in code or on some gangster node
You all clockwork apocalypse you about to implode
Collapsing on yourself cause your whole foundation is
Built on lies don’t apologize
‘Cause once they watch you rise they wanna watch you fall
And they’ll all take a piece just like the Berlin Wall
And place it on their mantle like a souvenir
And what they call a knick knack is really your career
CHORUS
You ain’t promise nothing but a pocket full of stress
Still there be people that would die for less
You ain’t promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow
If they don’t like the demo make a new one tomorrow
You ain’t promise nothing but a pocket full of stress
Still there be people that would die for less
You ain’t promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow
If they don’t like the demo make a new one tomorrow
When it’s time to rise I’ll open the archives
When you be in dreams you got 85’s
Chrome down with the leather package
You got a home of your own
You’re holding acres
I got it made
Season tickets to the Knickers and the Lakers
Playing both coasts closed and European festivals
Crowd scream decibels, crowd screams decibels
In your ear you wanna make rapping your career
From Arkansas to Minnesota I sell out the Dakotas
I be the wet dream making cream for promoters
We keep the shit right we don’t be starting no fights
And he won’t hold out my dough cause I’m a put out his lights
And once the crew hits the stage the crowd gets involved
We show love they show it back all problems solved
You can boom shalock and jump to the sounds I pump
But I ain’t quittin’ till I’m shittin’ on Donald Trump
So take heed to the verses and styles and versions
When you socialize with other MC’s
And boast your rhymes to company enemies
And in any cases that feel is what you want
You want to make money money and take every honey
Rap charges ain’t funny but it boost your career
Your penile style is now hanging from a tier
Now you wanna know fear to impress your peers
Now your ass outta here the rap game goes on
CHORUS
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