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Callin' It Quits (We're Here) Lyrics

We're here... We're here...

Chorus_
All through the city streets they callin' it quits,
All due to s***** beats that's all in the mix -
Real emcees resort to radio hits,
Fake lifestyles for sports and video tricks -
Verse 1_
Lights, camera, action! Show at the Helm,
Mics, sound check, attach decks - roll film!
Dancers to Rappers - from Actors to Role Models -
Half of these cats end up broke - back on the bottle,
Cold Hollow - sick planet that we live in,
So foul yo - You get taxed for having children!
Family plans usually scrapped or change
When mammary glands lactate before she graduates -
And baby daddy? He probably out chasing dreams,
Playing patty-cake with a crowd of lady teams!
Shady deals - Oh what we do to pay these bills,
You ate a meal - your record label made a mill!

We're here... We're here...

Chorus_
All through the city streets they callin' it quits,
All due to s***** beats that's all in the mix -
Real emcees resort to radio hits,
Fake lifestyles for sports and video tricks -
Verse 2_
We lost in a mind-game - that cost 6 billion migraines,
Too much tell-lie-vision sauced my brain like Cyber-babes,
Time-s***e fabric slowly ripping open -
I'm learning to defy gravity through firm focus!
The future's here and still the vets persevere,
The Golden Age is resurrecting from the rear -
Coming back with Boom-Bap and soul-stories,
Plus Electro for my Robot Armies!!
The new flavor - most cats are scared to f*** with
Move over - Sharpa's here - prepare for the raucous!
I'm part speech therapist - like Audiologist
Rock the crown of my Dad, past Kings and Conquerors,
It's no surprise - I'm at war - exposing lies
Open your eyes, and so will I roll the dice
It's no surprise - I'm at war - exposing lies
Open your eyes, and so will I - roll the dice!
Chorus_
All through the city streets they callin' it quits,
All due to s***** beats that's all in the mix -
Real emcees resort to radio hits,
Fake lifestyles for sports and video tricks -

Verse 3_
My sixth-sense, always buzzin' off the meter,
When kids pretend to show love when the meet ya
Jealous fellas, steady plotting your demise
Cinderella's step-sisters in disguise!
I sit with Elders, around a camp of new recruits,
Who spit splendor - trashed the tennis shoes for boots,
Burn the fire - train in beat-rooms, produce -
Take you higher - kill snakes like street Mongoose,
In corporations, I sledge-hammer glass ceilings -
It's motivation, to edge past the trapped feeling,
Of being stuck, in sticky bubble-gum industries,
Cheating us, with thumb-suck songs and trickery,
Wicked Wizards - eating children like chicken gizzards,
Street symbols, and rituals to worship lizards,
The Media - the root of many money evils,
They feeding ya, dissolution soup and poison sequels!
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