7. LAZY You so fly/ What you go by?/ I’m a
multi-millionaire, yeah I thought so/ You so dry,
what you fall by?/ The wayside? Yeah I thought
so/ The core of your apple bottom is rotten/
You just got going, no sign of stopping/ Touch
that bubble till we get it popping/ Take stock
in the fans, they gonna give you options/ You
got that gift of sweet-talking/ You’re way into
a corporate office/ On the charts, good god,
you’re a rocket/ Too bad no one told you to
stop it/ You so high/ You smoke right?/ You
can miss me with that homie I’m straight/ You
so shy, but you a goldmine/ Nah, You don’t
understand they own every hit you make
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Y’all lazy to the bones/ No good when you
are stoned/ No one ever taught you how to
rock a microphone/ Y’all lazy to the bones/
No good when you are stoned/ No one ever
taught you how to rock a microphone/
We’re just trying to cut some records, just
trying to have fun/ But you lazy all you
doing is that bare minimum/ I guess my
standards are too high/ I want my music so
fly, that it changed my mind/
It’s shame what the game has made you do/
Blame everybody else while you speaking
the truth/ Backstage your crew sounds like
the view/ Buzzed off the red bull and the
mountain dew/ But hey it’s all free, they
sponsor you/ Watch your mouth who you
think you’re talking to?/ Watch the press, yeah
right, I gotta keep my cool/ Money like this
will make you think it through/ Sitting on the
couch, trying to understand/ Why every rapper
out got a 10-step plan/ Steps 1-9 leave you
broke and blind/ But number 10 is a beast of
a different kind/ Kind of like a puppet, strung
up with duct tape and spray paint/ Looking
for the big break, from a suit or saint/ While
the dead demo, flies on the hook as bait/ A
devil in a 2 piece seals your fate/ You’re doing
great though/ Killing it so soon/ Why make
an album when you can just make itunes? Oh
no, bad news, the hard drive died/ Now we
got no proof you were ever alive/ My vinyl on
the wall is like a bar room brawl/ Feels good
when you break it out and see it strong/ Sorry
if this all of the sounds premeditated/ I waste
most of my freestyles being old and jaded/
But I am a product of the indie revolution/
mom and pop gave me the solution/ So it
makes me sick, when I see you twist your
hips/ On the tele, for somebody’s institution/ I
was there when Atmosphere took over/ When
Co Flow funcrushed your lives/ The day the
Jugganots saw those clear blue skies/ You
wouldn’t know those names/ Passing trains/
Hiphop didn’t died, it just went insane//
Now I visit it anytime I can, we talk about
our plans// To make it big one day and say,
at least we tried everything we could/ But
history shows, especially with flow, the talent
is misunderstood/ You so smart/ You got
so much heart/ What you go by?/ Emcee
waste my time/ Yeah I thought so, don’t it
always go/ Just like this when your money’s
involved/ You see what you saw, you want
it, and it’s gone/ From the song to wrong
to all the hits on your blogs/ I’m probably
overprotective/ If nothing I’m selective/ I got a
mind I speak on the record/ That’s something
you cannot question/ I appreciate when
good art is mentioned/ You’re slow, you’ve
been half stepping/ You’re a penny trying to
be Ben Franklin/ Hold your breath, your boat
is sanking/ You tried to iphone it in, but you
don’t have the bars/ I don’t need the fame
and fortune cause I’m large in my homies cars
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