| Lyrics: | Verse 1
[q-tip]
Let me tell you 'bout the snakes, the fakes, the
lies
The highs at all of these industry shing-dings
Where you see the pretty girls
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In the high animated world
Checkin' for a rapper with all the dough
If you take a
shit they want to know
And if you're gonna fall, they won't be around, y'all
So you
still wanna do the show business?
And you think that you got what it takes?
I mean you
really gotta rap and be all that
And prepare yourself for the breaks
Check it out!
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Do you wanna be in the business? (the business)
The ups and downs with the hoes
(the business)
Always gettin' fronted on at shows (the business)
People gotta stick
their nose (in the business)
Verse 2
[q-tip]
Yo, i
gotta speak on the cesspool
It's the rap industry and it ain't that cool
Only if
you're on stage or if you're speakin' to your people
Ain't no-one your equal
Especially on the industry side
Don't let the games just glide
Right through your
fingers, you gotta know the deal
So lord jamar speak, because you're real...
[lord jamar]
They're givin' you the business and puttin' on a show
You're a
million dollar man that ain't got no dough
But you got a ho tickets backstage to a show
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Sedated and at that fact they elated
Time pass and your ass say "where's my
loot?"
The reply is a kick in the ass from a leg and a boot
All you wanna do is
taste the fruit
But in the back they're makin' fruit juice
You ask for slack and wanna
get cut loose from the label
Not able cos you signed at the table
For a pretty cash
advance, now they got a song and dance
That you didn't recoup, more soup wit' ya meal?
Cos this is the real when you get a record deal
And i say...
[phife]
Aw....shucks, look what the cat hauled in
It's phife dawg from a tribe called quest,
let me begin
Like chuck d, i got so much trouble on my mind
'bout these no-talent
artists gettin' signed, they can't rhyme
And if that ain't bad, you got bootleggers
Goin' out like suckers, motherfuckers
Feel it's time that i let loose the lion
And if
not that then i'll commence to head flyin'
Seems in '91 everybody want a rhyme
And
then you go and sell my tape for only $5.99?
Please nigga, i've worked too hard for this
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No more will i take the booty end of the stick
Bogus brothers makin' albums when they
know they can't hack it
Cos they lyrics is played like 8-ball jackets
Now tell me i
can't tear it up
Go get yourself some toilet paper cos your lyrics is butt
Do
you wanna be in the business? (the business)
People can't walk a straight line in (the
business)
Some of these brothers can't rhyme in (the business)
A-yo, i'm tryna get
mine (the business)
Verse 3
[sadat x]
The party scene
is cool, but then again it's all the same
You see the same faces, but at different places
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When you're up and ridin' high everything is palsy-palsy
Get a million pounds and all the
skins give you hugs
Well that's cool, i can dig it, it really ain't my bag
Prefer to
max on the side and let my pants sag
"oh, he's a cutie", yeah, real cute
But
i wasn't that cute when i didn't have no loot
Although i hit a pound of herbs i'm still nice
with the verbs
So fuck what you heard
The born cipher, cipher master makes me think
much faster
But critics still continue to plaster
My name and discredit my fame
All that shit is game
And i don't really give a damn
Eat from the tree of life and
throw away the verbal ham
[diamond d]
Well, excuse me, i gotta add my
two cents in
Don't be alarmed, the rhyme was condensed in
A matter of minutes so it
must be told
All that glitters' not gold
Everybody wants a deal, help me make a
demo
See my name in bright lights, ride around in a limo
My moms keeps beefin'
("boy, get a job")
But i wanna make jams, damn, i know i'll slam
Huh, well
it's not that easy
You gotta get a label that's willin' and able
To market and
promote, and you better hope
(for what?) that the product is dope
Take it from
diamond, it's like mountain climbin'
When it comes to rhymin' you gotta put your time in
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Get a good lawyer so problems won't pile
You don't wanna make a pitch that's wild. |
