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Lyrics for The Music of Business by Ras Kass:
| | | Artist: | Ras Kass |
| | Album: | Understandable Smooth 12" (white label | | Track: | The Music of Business | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 96 | | | | Lyrics: | featuring Xzibit
(Xzibit): Yea. That's what I'm talking about
(Ras K.): Yea
(Xzibit): The homie John John up in this motherfucker
(Ras K.): Yea
(Xzibit):
Mr. X to the Z with a public service announcement
for all you faggot ass rappers
(Ras K.): What's that?
(Xzibit): They think just because a nigga's rapping
with a
label behind him it's all great
(Ras K.): Yep
(Xzibit): It's modern day pimps and
hoes going on
Ask EPMD, rap is still out of control
Cause hip-hop plus
glocks = Scott La Rock, Tupac and Biggie Smalls
I figure y'all niggaz brawl for lack of
protocol
Now I'm gonna take matters into my own hands, like masturbation
Another 39
suicidal rap is at heavens gate waiting to battle with Satan
Rassassination: taking heads
like decapitation (ching!)
Trapped in infatuation (really)? Back up off me
Kiss my
ass. Then wake up n' smell the coffee
See, when you're broke and unknown, your baby's mama
clown you
Your family down's you. Don't want your own kid around you
You ain't shit.
Don't do shit
Ain't gone never be shit. So its quits
Two video's later, she's on
your dick (Bitch)
When your albums selling, she "Don't Worry, Be Happy."
Bragging to
her friends: "That's just my babies daddy!"
And sadly, niggaz start acting like they shit
don't stink
But wait: you getting cut like the wedding cake
The music business is
straight Mafioso:
Jewish, Italiano, and Black
My BMI/ASCAP platinum placque rap
track
Bootleg my shit to japan. At Swap Meets, sell my same shit back
Long sharks
break legs. We break beats state to state
And record deals? That shit belong with a fucked
up interest rate
(Chorus 2x):
(Parish Smith sample): Music Please, music
please
(Color Me Bad Sample): "Why you treat me so bad?"
(Parish Smith sample):
Music please..music please
(Other sample): "I don't know why baby!"
(Xzibit): Just
handle your business
(Verse 2)
It's sort of like the label is the devil:
R&B, Pop, Gospel to Heavy Metal
They make doe pimping the ghet-to
Label
mates: different rats in the same rat race
The production company is the nigga that you
learn to hate
Management is your crimy. Your lawyer is your liar
And when your
famous but po', you set your accountants office on fire
It's like this: they loan you $1
For you just to break even, they stack $10
When you finally make one dollar, your
profit is Andrew Jack-son ($20)
You skinny. They got plenty. The Benjamins? Before you see
any
They getting G's: big cheese.
No Vaseline fucking dope M.C.'s, "so freeze"
Call the police chief? It takes a thief
Here's everything you need to know about the
record industry,
like a chief.
'Cause labels is doing $300,000 deals;
Blowing coke smoke up my ass, but we both know crack kills.
Not very many, rappers ever see
a penny
But double platinum is two million units. CD's cost $20.
(Too true) So
here's a clue
Somebody just make $40,000,000 and it sho' wasn't you
(Chorus
2x):
(Parish Smith sample): Music Please, music please
(Color Me Bad Sample): "Why
you treat me so bad?"
(Parish Smith sample): Music please..music please.
(Other
sample): "I don't know why baby!"
(Xzibit): Just handle your business.
Want
to know the relationship between hip-hop and drugs?
'Cause professional athletes, black
actors, rappers, and thugs
all sleep in the same bed together
Rich black niggaz only
kick it with other black people with cheddar
Same lifestyle: legal or illegal
It be
us, swinging a three fuck getting skeed up with peanuts
Which leads up to this: a high
turnover ration
Groupies turn tricks and be quick to give fellatio.
MC's get the
pussy and fame.
Brothers essex floss with a corporate card
and charge it to the
rappers name
But the label owners make all the real money
Just ask David Geffrey,
Barry Gordy, Russel, or Puffy (ching, ching!)
Business? You don't get what you deserve. You
negotiate
And everything is renegotiable based on the sales you generate
But hip-hop
fans don't buy albums, and, then again, tend to player hate
The rapper that went Pop. But
before this, I never knew
Skills don't pay the mother fucking bills. Money do
Is you
stupid? How nice I represent don't pay rent
The R&B ho who jock Theo on the radio buy your
CD doe.
Rap magazines be screaming they keep it real
but keep it fake on the cover
Pulling tennis shoe and clothing advertisements. No wonder
Like Common "I Used to
Love H.E.R."
Now I just fuck H.E.R. with two rubbers
(Chorus: repeats until
end):
(Parish Smith sample): Music Please, music please
(Color Me Bad Sample): "Why
you treat me so bad?"
(Parish Smith sample): Music please..music please
(Other
sample): "I don't know why baby!"
(Xzibit): Just handle your business | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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