9. MUSIC AND THE MONEY
[Chorus/Hook]
Some do it for the money, some do it for the music
I do this for the love, and for those that don't abuse it
Those bills were piling high until I threw them in the trash
Some do it for the love, and some do it for the cash
Some people do it for the music, some do it for the money
I do this for my pride, one thing you're taking from me
Some are open with their eyes, some eyes are turned towards the stash
Some do it for the love, and some do it for the cash
[Verse 1]
Paycheck to paycheck, wondering where the days went
Phase of the haze, the way it floats and makes the rays bent
Pay rent, the same cycle, aim like a straight rifle
Look in the reflection and wonder what makes my face vital
My brain idle, not truth, drop in my hot booth
Flock overtop flops lots like rocks havent got use
Whats my angle? Obtuse, hot when the pot's loose
Roth tooth, if you think you're that fly? You got goose?
(got goose) just kidding that's a Canadian joke
It'll pass over your head if you're not a canadian bloke
Like most of these raps overpass these Canadian folk
Brain in the tokes, in the frame to put my name in a cloak
(cloak) the time and grinding has caused my patience to fold
Love can be lost when you're stuck between a hard place and the cold
Don't be mistaken, not taken or shaken 'till I rot
But if music can feed my children, Lord take me to that spot
[Chorus/Hook]
Some do it for the money, some do it for the music
I do this for the love, and for those that don't abuse it
Those bills were piling high until I threw them in the trash
Some do it for the love, and some do it for the cash
[Verse 2]
Track list to track out, mad, get a rap spoke
Grumpy but these jumpy dudes bumpy like a bad spoke
Not high, bad smoke, lab rats, grab, choke!
Think they're on fire but they're not lit like the lamp's broke
Cut cords, draw blood, fun when I crush boards
Lot of rappers jacking stances sorta like they touched swords
Watch the sequence when they bleed through
Forget getting paid, I steal the fans who came to see you
Yeah, It's nice getting paid unless it's done strange
I lump rage together, most promoters talk in chump change
Not local, I'm global, like Pinky and the Brain
Cant stop the way I bounce back, I'm a slinky on a train
You can't link me to the sane, and it's in vain the way I speak
Because if you don't buy my album I need a different way to eat
If you fall in love with a song, I lay a claim to some
Pride, because deep inside I LOVE the way I slay a drum
[Chorus/Hook]
Some do it for the money, some do it for the music
I do this for the love, and for those that don't abuse it
Those bills were piling high until I threw them in the trash
Some do it for the love, and some do it for the cash
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[Verse 3]
Take a second to recollect my passions
Why is that I am rapping, does it reflect upon my actions?
Why is not the norm that sets the form of satisfaction?
Why still try when my rhymes never find the traction?
Traction, and I've never messed with fashion
It's not the talent but what their dressed says what kind of mess you're classed in?
What happened? I see my homies and buy their disc
The vilest biz, try to get love and they're like why does this guy exist?
Heh, Maybe I'm anxious, living in my brain's dark
Maybe they see danger when I take the anger and make the flames bark
Park, with my eyes open, spark, get the ties toking
Hark! Roll angels with my words, burned with the skies smoking
Halleleuigh! Voice with noise that makes the sun weak
But it's done in fun a ton when I make a drum and tounge speak
Jump peaks, hope the message will get through your lids
'Cause if I can't do it for myself, I gotta do it for my kids!
[Chorus/Hook]
Some do it for the money, some do it for the music
I do this for the love, and for those that don't abuse it
Those bills were piling high until I threw them in the trash
Some do it for the love, and some do it for the cash
[Bridge]
Some people do it for the music, some do it for the money
I do this for my pride, one thing you're taking from me
Some are open with their eyes, some eyes are turned towards the stash
Some do it for the love, and some do it for the cash
[Chorus/Hook]
Some do it for the money, some do it for the music
I do this for the love, and for those that don't abuse it
Those bills were piling high until I threw them in the trash
Some do it for the love, and some do it for the cash