A slightly older tune from the epic Prose. Tight as fuck wordplay. Check “You’re so bitch you should be wearing a pinafore, useless – we stay deeply rooted as a sycamore”. Enjoy!
VERSE 1:
- This ain’t low budget this is no budget
- Homemade, homegrown we do it ‘cos we love it
- For the listening pleasure of the general public,
- We don’t care if you buy it, download it or dub it
- Fuck it! Two tears and a bucket – bump it
- Like it or love it, you can drink it or dump it
- ‘Cos Steady’s still coming with the snares and the drumkit
- And I’m a still be spitting in the face of a pundit
- We’re gonna do our music regardless
- Twenty second century this one will bang in your Tardis
- Twenty years from now you’re playing our past hits
- And saying we were pioneers and pivotal artists
- Calm and cathartic – no target market
- I’m done with this commercially viable garbage
- Cos Hip Hop resides where the heart is
- It’s far from last ditch you halfwits – we only just started
VERSE 2:
- Our mission was to make music not ?
- Tell me what you’re in it for – the money or the love?
- You withdraw we give it more
- You’re so bitch you should be wearing a pinafore
- Useless - we stay deeply rooted as a sycamore
- We got this game in a figure four
- You can’t take the heat
- Get out of the way and close the kitchen door
- We’re cooking up a recipe full of liberty
- And Twista’s trying to be an Overnight Celebrity
- ‘Cos it’s a painstaking process
- Make dope projects
- And making little to no progress
- Live in protest to the hocus pocus
- Survival of the strong the weak cart is horseless
- Prose is in Focus Mode like K-Lash
- With no credit like bros who pay cash
- We pay dues enslave crews who couldn’t give a kick
- About the culture – they just wanna be Dame Dash
VERSE 3:
- They keep telling you that Hip Hop’s dead
- But witness the revival; incredible beats, deep recitals
- Rappers homcidial, everybody’s a killer
- Blood spiller, gun slinger
- Selling out for dumb figures
- You’re favourite rapper’s turned RnB singer
- No Chuck B’s, they wanna be Nellys and Ching-a-lingers
- Fear for the music but do nothing to save it
- Instead trade your credibility for a payslip
- Face it – you’re finished, your rep diminished
- My advice? Made the best out of your 15 minutes
- And when it’s done, your memory’s erased from the game
- ‘Cos your fame lasts as long as they remember your name
- All you wannabe producers who are shopping your tracks
- Claiming everything’s plain live ain’t sampling wax
- You don’t impress me, you’re forsaking the foundation
- Do the knowledge before making a flagrant statement
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