Soul Searchin' (Clean)[Clean] - J. Rawls, Dutchmassive, PackFM

Soul Searchin' (Clean)[Clean] - J. Rawls, Dutchmassive, PackFM

Альбом
Evaporate
Год
1997
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
140610

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Soul Searchin' (Clean)[Clean]

J. Rawls, Dutchmassive, PackFM

I’m not an MC;

I’m just a fan who likes to interact

Great MC’s are a thing of the past

Cats is either too simple or too abstract

Not enough emotion, too many battle raps

Besides when we do compete heads get waxed

Laughed at them, glad ya’ll didn’t release that

Don’t be mad at me, I’m just tryin' to maintain

Too critical, I’ve got a right to get plain

Cause now-a-days hip hop is no longer a movement

It’s a popular trend and everybody’s doing it

But nobody cares about the music

Cats is type stupid, they always got excuses

I’m short fused and my last nerve has been gone

I’ve been bitter and it shows in my songs

Most labels they just wanna sell records

Most distributors have the wackest selling methods

If you make music from heart it gets rejected

But if you fit the industries standard, you make a hit

This topics over-done, but I ain’t done complaining yet

I hope to reach somebody’s mind before my verse ends

Probably not, I’ll probably end up fading away

Unremembered like the rest of hip-hop

My first memories of hip hop was pure and I felt it

Now those glory days are long gone like the Celtics

Wax coming out should be collected and melted

It’s like a porno flick cause everybody’s got a 12″

It’s impossible to sell shit

The game is saturated with cats who made it

And had they’re reputations fabricated

The school of hard knocks, here’s my diploma: graduated

Paid my dues, here’s my receipt, peep where the funds were allocated

Too many times it’s been stated that to make it you gotta sell out

The window of opportunity opened, most nigga’s fell out

And landed in a pile of hypocrites that swore that once they got put on

That they would start kickin' some different shit but what they never realized

Is once they sign the contract the duplicate carbon copy was a creative death

certificate

The point you’re missing is the roll you playing is significant

A label can’t put bullshit out if you refuse to give it in

Complain about the music but you never really do shit

You’re part of the problem if you have no solution

Cats is going nowhere with their weak contribution

You can only blame yourself, we don’t need no excuses

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