Testo Rap Game's Hijacked - Ice-T
Testo della canzone Rap Game's Hijacked (Ice-T), tratta dall'album VI: Return of the Real
Yeah, too many hardcore motherfuckers out here
In this business ain't getting their proper loot
You know what I'm saying? (Right)
Check the technique (Uh-huh)
Everybody talking about the way hip-hop ain't the same
Suckers kidnap the game
I know the biggest in the business is no joke
Half of them broke, and none of them smoke (Bust the facts, loc)
I got into this hip-hop game
Just to try to get a girl and get some lightweight fame (Uh-huh)
There never been no cash made in it (Right)
So who thought you could get paid with it?
Just crash the club with my crew and then I'm out of there
Hit some skins, act buck, that was a rap career
Then Run-DMC jumped the fuck off
Got mad paid, word, kicked the bucks off
There wasn't many rappers out there rocking the streets
When hip-hop was just cuts and beats
I seen Wild Style, dug the scene (Dig it)
I wanna be an MC, rock-rock on, know what I mean?
I started crashing rap contests
Shooting hardcore rhymes through wack MCs chests
I signed on the lines of a wack contract
Didn't even read it, fuck that
They gonna put my record out
I'm gonna be large, know what I'm talking about? (Yup)
In the first two 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 shit's legit
But many won't get no second chance
And get fucked in this biz without a kiss or a dance (Uh)
The game is to exploit young ghetto kids
A straight pimp game, and it ain't no shame
And the shit's gone too far
A hundred hip-hop labels with all white A&R
The game's hijacked
Dig it, yeah
The rap game's hijacked
Let me tell you how it happened, man (Uh-huh)
Now while every MC in the game
Was worrying about a white boy getting the fame (Word)
They dug out the foundation
Now let me give a demonstration
Say you got a dope group from the hood
Talking mad shit like they're up to no good
You take them to a label
Now who sits behind the table?
Some Jewish motherfucker that don't know shit
Trying to tell y'all what's a fucking street hit (Uh)
That shit's way off course
It's like me telling 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 fuck they supposed to know what shit to rock?
The shit that make your face turn green
Is when you get dissed by a kidnapped magazine (Dig it)
I give a fuck about these motherfuckers
I'm doing 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 (Mm-hmm)
But this game has no guarantees (Mm-hmm)
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, I don't think they hear you, dawg
Yo, the rap game's hijacked
Uh, word
I'm talking about hijacked
Say it one more time, baby
The rap game's hijacked
Check it, break it down for these niggas
You could go gold and still owe the record label cash
Yo, kid, check the math
Learn about the word'recoup', troop
And stop walking around all hyped and souped (Uh)
You ain't nothing but something to be used and worked
You ain't nothing but a sucker to be duped and jerked
'Cause the fucking record label don't love you, pal
They didn't love you on the street and don't love you now
They're out to make an end, friend
'Cause every dollar you make, they damn near make ten (Uh)
They'll take you for everything you got
Or else they'll sign you in to put you on the shelf to rot
I'm trying to tell you what's up
You best to listen to this record even
If you hate my fucking guts (Right)
'Cause I just can't stand around and watch rap get done
And my brothers ain't getting none
A nigga like me has gotta spit game
Nigga, get that cash flow, fuck that motherfucking fame
'Cause the white man's ripping us off once again
Real hip-hop, my man
Fool, the rap game's hijacked
You need to listen, nigga
The rap game's hijacked
Need to play this record about ten times (Uh-huh)
The rap game's hijacked
Yeah, Black people don't own shit
The rap game's hijacked
Check it (Uh, uh)
R&B's hijacked (Uh, uh, yeah)
Black acting is hijacked (Uh, uh, yeah)
Just being Black is hijacked
Bill, my nigga, Bill, my nigga
Nigga
Stupid motherfuckers, they ripping us off
You better get an end mark, motherfucker, while the money's there, boy
Silly-ass bitch running around with a gold chain on
Nigga, you better get some real estate, motherfucker
Come up, fuck a bitch
Better get something you can own, assholes
White man ain't giving us shit, word to life
Although I got a white engineer, but he's getting minimum wage
So it's cool
Yeah
Shit's been hijacked
Uh
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