Whats your name? [Scratch Hook] Dan Johns One of a kind JayZ Poet on the M.I.C. KRSOne No doubt Show me respect Guru Live and direct son Edo G You know me [Verse One] I push black market rhymes in a white collar world For the opportunity to make a mighty dollar bill Gotta deal with the real Reality is a snake thatll strike if you let it sit and rattle in your face And its poison Wake up every night hearin noises When the wind blows man I swear I hear voices Choices, decisions, boys go to prison Girls havin babies, people dyin and we miss em The system, a cycle The rich get richer On every corner theres a spot for us to buy liquor And every mornin we know we got to make a livin So every mornin we go to work to go get it The stereotypes you put me in, I dont fit it Lyrics, dig deeper when you hear them translated Theres more to MCin than bein a fan favorite Theres more to MCin than bein a fan favorite [Scratch Hook] Dan Johns One of a kind JayZ Poet on The M.I.C. KRSOne No doubt Show me respect Guru Live And direct son Edo G You know me [Verse Two] You sure you wanna be the rap games greatest rapper? They murder them And then you never see the killer captured My theory on that is, were too influential Politicians dont reach em like we do on instrumentals Imagine if Pac couldve endorsed Barrack Then the lines at polls would have wrapped around the block If Biggie would have went on tour for Al Gore Then possibly, there wouldnt be a second Gulf War So logically I speak what I feel in my heart Cause theres a lot of rap fans that are still in the dark About the ways of the world, the games bein played The money were throwin away, that aint bein saved I cant be afraid to touch on the hot topics To win you gotta gamble like playin the stock market So when you see me scramblin like theres no tomorrow Im doin it for my family Hustlin for my honor [Scratch Hook] Dan Johns One of a kind JayZ Poet on The M.I.C. KRSOne No doubt Show me respect Guru Live And direct son Edo G You know me [Verse Three] This is problematic poetry A symphony of struggle A masterpiece of melancholy misery and trouble So open your eyes because the enemies among us Givin us record deals like the industry can run us Its funny Real MCs police themselves The same way a street dude will release those shells From the clip of his whip and if hes threatin a corner I apologize Morehouse I left without warning The same way my mother left Morris Which is further proof we live in the shadow of those before us The burden of the past is enormous Imagine my plight tryin to write with the legends in the chorus Its morbid Watchin men throw they lives away Chasin fortune and fame knowin their souls cant afford it Reward it Not with the glamor and salt But with relentless criticism till youre just an afterthought Dan Johns
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