Mass Appeal - Napoleon Da Legend

No way you’ll never make it come with that bullshit I’ll blaze ya

And show you the real meaning of entertainment

Peep the expression on his face when he figured out

His 30 seconds of fame about to wither out

Isiah Thomas, ya career go in and out

You gave a shot at the top that’s not the timid route

Done with ya P. R .run no more Sway

No Breakfast Club, Hot 97, no more play

It’s like they pushed an off switch you off lit

Dead you like concentration camps in Auschwitz the cold shoulder Some call em

vultures of the culture

Ya songs sweeter than a Ice cold soda

Following these trends them bitches is bi-polar

Quick to leave you for the next high roller

Then you’ll be mad as hell you signed a record deal

Cause you played yourself out to get the mass appeal

Oh yea I’m nicer than all MCs when I breeze give me room please

I keep em captivated with the raps I’m making

Like the lives of the rich and famous

These rappers sounding like new borns fresh out of the incubator

One mic and a DJ on the 1's and 2's

Mike Jack… I couldn’t help it if I wanted to

I be stumbling on rhymes by accident

Without looking for the line that come after it

Can spot the type chasing after the spotlight

Every time I hear em talk I feel like something is not right

Like Cartwright shoot a 3 in the fourth

With 4 seconds to go and Michael Jordan on the court

At the finals on the seventh game, center stage

Got booed out of the arena

Now u wishing you had never played

I’m only spitting the real…

While they be losing the race trying to chase Mass Appeal