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Lights Camera ActionThis is dedicated to the MCThat struggles with the funds and Most of his shows You can count the crowd on one hand He's straight up... every tune that he's played he wrote But barely even gets played on community radio And he ain't got a label He rolls solo Pressing up his own shit And doing his own promo He holds no dough Like an old hobo They think he's so loco But oh no, no He's like a lone photo That wont give up through any turn of the wether Even though the road is slow He's still determined as ever Until he's churning out chedder Because his flow is butter He gotta get exposed Like he needs to blow his cover They start to feel his vibe Because his rhyming is hot So the deal arives And he just signs on the dot It started so simply All about the words that you say But now there's jerks that are payed Off his works that are played And he ain't getting shit Just a few perks of the trade He sees the real industry And what lurks in the shade Cus everything he worked for The struggle to build The love and the skill Ain't worth shit next to a couple of mil So he sits back Feels lame, jaded and old The games taking its toll The fames raping his soul Of the industry Cus they forgot this was art The aim was breaking the mold Not trying to fit the part But if he spits it smart He can hit the heart He's only got one dart And he ain't gonna miss the mark Creative control Only a few who have found Completely credible music But with that lucrative sound Its goes Lights, camera, action, your on son you wanna rhyme but are you in it for the long run? Cus you dream about platinum on this mic Best wake the fuck up It don't happen over night Its goes Lights, camera, action, your on son you wanna rhyme but are you in it for the long run? Cus you dream about platinum on this mic Best wake the fuck up It don't happen over night you aren't exposed to what your contract shows In fine print They gotta get back every cent you spent The mainstream made fresh with a grain of salt now This is dedicated to the MC Who lives in the spot light Teeth shown from hunger Like dogs in a cock fight There frightened by his freedom So they call the police But he's the one who wakes you up When you fallin' asleep That kid with an idea Who catches the bus Who writes life through his eyes That's attached to a brush And he paints the world Exactley how he sees it And if rhyming is a secret I don't know how he keeps it But believe me its some deep shit And these kids all relate You cant see it But you feel it like a kick to the face And when he grows up, shit So will his rhymes Time after time, again He'll keep blowing your mind His flow is divine Just a young buck with a curse He sets fire to a...with a couple of words Hes out for the cause Man he's out there on tours Tryin' to visit your town There's no bringing him down So, get ready for the ride of your life Tryin'ta maintain, but have a slice of the pie It's a damn shame that their life has a price But they can't touch me, or tell me what to rhyme on this mic So I rhyme what I like Trying to bring that love back wild, and young at heart like a rugrat Still walking in the club packed Yellin' WHERE THE BUD AT! Living like the underdog, who promised that he'd come back Its goes Lights, camera, action, your on son you wanna rhyme but are you in it for the long run? Cus you dream about platinum on this mic Best wake the fuck up It don't happen over night Its goes Lights, camera, action, your on son you wanna rhyme but are you in it for the long run? Cus you dream about platinum on this mic Best wake the fuck up It don't happen over night [Spoken] You think you gonna become an MC over night You Better snap out that fucking dream Man it takes years for this |