Yeah
Too many hardcore m********** out here in this business
Ain't gettin their proper loot
You know what I'm sayin?
(Right)
Check the technique
(Aha)
Everybody talkin' 'bout the way hip-hop ain't the same
Suckers kidnapped the game
I know the biggest in the business, and no joke
Half of 'em broke, and none of 'em smoke
(Bust the facts, loc)
I got into this hip-hop game
Just to try to get a girl and get some light-weight fame
There'd never been no cash made in it
So who thought you could get paid with it?
Just crash the club with my crew and then I'm outta there
Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap career
Then Run D.M.C. jumped the f*** off
Got mad paid, word, kicked the bucks off
There wasn't many rappers out there rockin the streets
When hip-hop was just cuts and beats
I seen Wildstyle, dug the scene
I want to be an MC, rock, rock on, know what I mean?
I started crashin' rap contests
Shootin' hardcore rhymes through wack MC's chests
I signed on the lines of a wack contract
Didn't even read it, f*** that
They gonna put my record out
I'm gonna be large, know what I'm talkin' about?
In the first 2 years I made about 300 bucks
Yo, this business sucks
But I got another chance and I came correct
Got a lawyer and accountant, now my s***'s legit
But many won't get no second chance
And get f***** in this biz without a kiss or a dance
The game is to exploit young ghetto kids
A straight pimp game, and there ain't no shame
And the s***'s gone too far
100 hip-hop labels with all white A&R's
The game's hijacked
The rap game's hijacked
Let me tell you how it happened
Now while every MC in the game
Was worryin' about a white boy gettin' the fame
They dug out the foundation
Now let me give a demonstration
Say you got a dope group from the hood
Talkin' mad s*** like they're up to no good
You take 'em to a label
Now who sits behind the table?
Some jewish m********* that don't know s***
Tryin' to tell y'all what's a f*****' street hit
The s***'s way off course
It's like me tellin' Johnny Cash how to sing about his horse
You go on tour, the white agency says you're wild
Tone down your style
The radio jocks are all pop
So how the f*** this n**** know what s*** to rock?
The s*** that make your face turn green
Is when you get dissed by a kidnap magazine
I give a f*** about these m**********
I'm doin' this jam to save my hip-hop brothers
Get your paperwork straight, kid
Get a lawyer and accountant just like I did
Don't blow your dough, 'cause you will see g's
But this game has no guarantees
Learn about publishing points, so you won't be blind
Learn to read everything you sign
Then you might have a chance
If not, bend over, pull down your pants
The game's hijacked
(Yeah don't they hear you, brother)
Yo, the rap game's hijacked
(Word)
I'm talkin 'bout a hijack
(Say it one more time, baby)
The rap game's hijacked
Check it
(Break it down for these n*****)
You can go gold and still owe the record label cash
Yo kid, check the math
Learn about the word 'recoup', troop
And stop walkin' round all hyped and souped
You ain't nothin' but somethin' to be used and worked
You ain't nothin' but a sucker to be duped and jerked
'Cause the f*****' record label don't love ya, pal
They didn't love ya on the street and don't love ya now
They're out to make an end, friend
'Cause every dollar you make, they d*** near make 10
They'll take you for everything you got
Or else they'll sign you and they put on the shelf to rot
I'm tryin to tell you what's up
You best to listen to this record even if you hate my f****** guts
'Cause I just can't stand around and watch rap get done
And my brothers ain't gettin' none
A n**** like me has gotta spit game
n****, get that cash flow.
f*** that m****f***in fame
'Cause the white man's rippin' us off once again
Real hip-hop, my man
Fool, the rap game's hijacked
You need to listen, n****
The rap game's hijacked
Need to play this record about ten times
The rap game's hijacked
Black people don't own s***
The rap game's hijacked
Check it
R&B's hijacked
Black acting is hijacked
Just being black is hijacked
(Build, my n****, build, my n****)
n****
Stupid m**********, they rippin' us off
You better get an end...
While the money's there, boy
Silly-a** b**** runnin' around with a gold chain
All n***** gotta get some real estate
m*********
Come up
f*** a b****
Better get somethin' you can own, a******
White man ain't givin up s***
Word o' life
Although I got a white engineer
But he's gettin' minimum wage
So it's cool...
Yeah
s***'s been hijacked
Too many hardcore m********** out here in this business
Ain't gettin their proper loot
You know what I'm sayin?
(Right)
Check the technique
(Aha)
Everybody talkin' 'bout the way hip-hop ain't the same
Suckers kidnapped the game
I know the biggest in the business, and no joke
Half of 'em broke, and none of 'em smoke
(Bust the facts, loc)
I got into this hip-hop game
Just to try to get a girl and get some light-weight fame
There'd never been no cash made in it
So who thought you could get paid with it?
Just crash the club with my crew and then I'm outta there
Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap career
Then Run D.M.C. jumped the f*** off
Got mad paid, word, kicked the bucks off
There wasn't many rappers out there rockin the streets
When hip-hop was just cuts and beats
I seen Wildstyle, dug the scene
I want to be an MC, rock, rock on, know what I mean?
I started crashin' rap contests
Shootin' hardcore rhymes through wack MC's chests
I signed on the lines of a wack contract
Didn't even read it, f*** that
They gonna put my record out
I'm gonna be large, know what I'm talkin' about?
In the first 2 years I made about 300 bucks
Yo, this business sucks
But I got another chance and I came correct
Got a lawyer and accountant, now my s***'s legit
But many won't get no second chance
And get f***** in this biz without a kiss or a dance
The game is to exploit young ghetto kids
A straight pimp game, and there ain't no shame
And the s***'s gone too far
100 hip-hop labels with all white A&R's
The game's hijacked
The rap game's hijacked
Let me tell you how it happened
Now while every MC in the game
Was worryin' about a white boy gettin' the fame
They dug out the foundation
Now let me give a demonstration
Say you got a dope group from the hood
Talkin' mad s*** like they're up to no good
You take 'em to a label
Now who sits behind the table?
Some jewish m********* that don't know s***
Tryin' to tell y'all what's a f*****' street hit
The s***'s way off course
It's like me tellin' Johnny Cash how to sing about his horse
You go on tour, the white agency says you're wild
Tone down your style
The radio jocks are all pop
So how the f*** this n**** know what s*** to rock?
The s*** that make your face turn green
Is when you get dissed by a kidnap magazine
I give a f*** about these m**********
I'm doin' this jam to save my hip-hop brothers
Get your paperwork straight, kid
Get a lawyer and accountant just like I did
Don't blow your dough, 'cause you will see g's
But this game has no guarantees
Learn about publishing points, so you won't be blind
Learn to read everything you sign
Then you might have a chance
If not, bend over, pull down your pants
The game's hijacked
(Yeah don't they hear you, brother)
Yo, the rap game's hijacked
(Word)
I'm talkin 'bout a hijack
(Say it one more time, baby)
The rap game's hijacked
Check it
(Break it down for these n*****)
You can go gold and still owe the record label cash
Yo kid, check the math
Learn about the word 'recoup', troop
And stop walkin' round all hyped and souped
You ain't nothin' but somethin' to be used and worked
You ain't nothin' but a sucker to be duped and jerked
'Cause the f*****' record label don't love ya, pal
They didn't love ya on the street and don't love ya now
They're out to make an end, friend
'Cause every dollar you make, they d*** near make 10
They'll take you for everything you got
Or else they'll sign you and they put on the shelf to rot
I'm tryin to tell you what's up
You best to listen to this record even if you hate my f****** guts
'Cause I just can't stand around and watch rap get done
And my brothers ain't gettin' none
A n**** like me has gotta spit game
n****, get that cash flow.
f*** that m****f***in fame
'Cause the white man's rippin' us off once again
Real hip-hop, my man
Fool, the rap game's hijacked
You need to listen, n****
The rap game's hijacked
Need to play this record about ten times
The rap game's hijacked
Black people don't own s***
The rap game's hijacked
Check it
R&B's hijacked
Black acting is hijacked
Just being black is hijacked
(Build, my n****, build, my n****)
n****
Stupid m**********, they rippin' us off
You better get an end...
While the money's there, boy
Silly-a** b**** runnin' around with a gold chain
All n***** gotta get some real estate
m*********
Come up
f*** a b****
Better get somethin' you can own, a******
White man ain't givin up s***
Word o' life
Although I got a white engineer
But he's gettin' minimum wage
So it's cool...
Yeah
s***'s been hijacked