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K-Rino
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Murda the Mainstream
Yeah We coming for ya Underground uprising Muthafucka it's too late It's' too late It's too late It's too late Let's Uh, if you scared don't ride with me Cause any second I just might react violently Every month every year it's the same thing So fuck it murda the mainstream Specialize and add tracks, this ain't the rap pack When I'm coming at you better duck like Aflac Focusing on your bottom lip and then distract that Rip it across like the flap on a snapback hat You can't stop me every month I'm a come And I'm a keep on hitting licks like I was punching my tongue Try'na be victorious against something I brung Is like running a marathon with a dysfunctional lung (come on now) I just laughed when I watch the awards Other than a couple legends all that I see is frauds Real music coming back those some dissident odds Women wearing slut clothes and men dressing like broads Next year don't put no pants on, order you a gown Homeboy you ain't no motherfuckin' artist you a clown You a slave to the Master and you still in this trap Equivalent to a dummy on a ventriloquist slap Come on now We glorify strippin' we glorify pimpin' We glorify sniffing coke and downgrading women They plans for you to be stupid our enemies know You ain't a falloff pimp you just a industry hoe 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Yeah I know you offended when I say it, it hurts You don't know the game let me show you the way that it works The record label sign new artists then push and promote Commercial dance songs, freak songs and songs about dope They pay the radio to play the shit and put it on blast Next thing you know your five year old daughter is bouncing her ass And your son is at a club doing a feminine dance With an extra small shirt on and some pink ass pants CEO's in on it, they denied they lying You a damn fool if you don't see the shit is designing And I'm knowing you probably thinking 'so what we paid' But if he gave yo ass a million think how much he made Fool See I believe in that secret meeting that left the game crushed Truth be told I don't blame the industry I blame us We let money cover the fact that these cats is evil We lost control as artists and parents and his people See sometimes it's alright to dwell in the past Even conscience rappers these days be selling they ass No lie, chasing the high cause the feeling is good The influence of bullshit music is killing the hood Any money that they do get, they give it right back We in the ghetto struggling daily we ain't living like that They kill the music that would breed the intelligent minds Singles and rappers throwing up secret endevilish signs Don't be fooled by the image and video represented The main is cars, all his women and the mansion is rented You serving time on the label I'm suspending your sentence This here the official underground decoration of independence Yeah
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