Testo Lyte Ghost Lil Mama - MC Lyte feat. Ghostface Killah & Lil Mama
Testo della canzone Lyte Ghost Lil Mama (MC Lyte feat. Ghostface Killah & Lil Mama), tratta dall'album 1 of 1
I'm focused, I ain't on no goose chase
My new place ain't got no roommates
This fly make you do two takes
Ain't no clutter, keep it fresh like toothpaste
Beechwood floors, white walls and a suitcase (whoo!)
On the island in the kitchen, it's two plates
'Cause who waits faithful when I step in the door, I gotta pause
Thank the Lord for how I soar
On the side of a mountain ain't how I saw it
But he spoke it so I moved toward it, my steps ordered
In between deals, one endin' and one beginnin'
Ready to leave the first, bottom of the ninth inning
Scary and exciting all at the same time
Leavin' a label who no longer believed in my rhyme
Had a Neptunes hit they refused to release
"It's All Yours" goes hard, even if only leaked (yeah)
Now a big deal ahead of me, money up in my pocket
Stipend was truly heightened, new music, we 'bout to drop it
The company I signed with lost their distribution
And that's when my whole life really became confusing
The crew that was with me sitting idle in doubt
Ridin' the bench, the clock about to time out
Nobody warns you 'bout the pitfalls after a hit song
'Cause they got your pub, they don't care they did you wrong
How these monsters ate your ass in the process
Even Issa Rae said we should stop this nonsense
And she's an actress sayin' that this is backwards
You write a book, they wanna own all your chapters
Ayo, the game is unattractive ('tractive)
Make sure you own up all your masters (masters)
They wanna pile slaves up in the basket (baskets)
And put what you worked for in a casket (casket, yeah)
Rich bastard
Ayo, the game is unattractive ('tractive)
Make sure you own up all your masters (masters)
They wanna pile slaves up in the basket (baskets)
And put what you worked for in a casket (yeah, casket)
Rich bastard
Yo, yo, skip to the lou, my friend (yeah)
Skip to the Wu, my friend (go)
You and you, my friend (tell 'em)
Let's take it back to quarter waters, son, dues, my friend (ow)
These labels be -, don't have a clue my friend (no)
Yeah, Sonys and Def Jams, Meth Man, Redmans
No back ends, so your plans can't expand
Execs be all on your head, just like a headband
They make it hard for us to even write the next jam (go)
No loyalty (nope), there's more royalties (yeah)
Little chains up front, thought you could spoil me (word)
You never recoup cream, they never teach you
Lookin' like a bunch of - all in cheap suits
Grandmaster Flashs, Spoonie Gees and and the Kool Hercs
You never paid those -, them - still hurt (damn)
The forefathers of this -, but it feel cursed
You mother- made mills, we did the field work
Ayo, the game is unattractive ('tractive)
Make sure you own up all your masters (masters)
They wanna pile slaves up in the basket (baskets)
And put what you worked for in a casket (casket, yeah)
Rich bastard
Ayo, the game is unattractive ('tractive)
Make sure you own up all your masters (masters)
They wanna pile slaves up in the basket (baskets)
And put what you worked for in a casket (casket)
Rich bastard
Patience with myself brought my clarity, movin' at my own pace
Laughin' at my past like it's a parody
I experienced injustice acts and disparity
So when you see me set in my ways, can't get mad at me
I expect more from these guys than just a salary
Glittery wristwatches and clearly puttin' on calories
Took me to get this close and learned boundaries
They never thought I'd take it this far and they still countin'
And if you ever counted me out, self-doubt
It's clear you don't believe in yourself
So how you gon' believe in somebody else?
I'd be a fool to put my life in y'all hands
I thank God that it came with a plan, it's encrypted
Written in the stars when you give it
I'm aligned with the Lyte and my tunnel vision is vicious
Ayo, the game is unattractive ('tractive)
Make sure you own up all your masters (masters)
They wanna pile slaves up in the basket (baskets)
And put what you worked for in a casket (casket, yeah)
Rich bastard
Ayo, the game is unattractive ('tractive)
Make sure you own up all your masters (masters)
They wanna pile slaves up in the basket (baskets)
And put what you worked for in a casket (casket)
Rich bastard
Credits
Writer(s): Dennis Coles, Warryn Campbell, Freddie Byrd, Malcolm Mckinney, Michelle Moorer Lana, Niatia Jessica Kirkland
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