| Many MC’s are mislead
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| Mislead by the lies that they pump in their heads
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| The money and the fame that they’re hoping to find
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| Will never come close to the scope of my rhyme
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| Now some have been succesful but really
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| And yo, these MC’s are clearly not nearly
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| Up to this level or should I say caliber
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| Because I’m hype that the company’s selling me Because they’ll take a dud, talk some crud and then push him
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| But in the next year, someone new will just squoosh him
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| Because when you sell out to appeal to the masses
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| You have to go back and enroll in some classes
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| So cash in your check 'cause it’s the last one you get
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| The tables have turn and now you ain’t in effect
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| So jet to the rear and you better just follow
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| 'Cause what’s here today maybe gone tomorrow
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| Here and gone in a flash, some made cash
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| While other suckers go broke real fast
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| Some never make any money but still they act funny
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| LIke they’re thinking they’re running
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| Things, wearing rings and medallions
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| Then listen to their rhymes when we rather take valiums
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| 'Cause swiftness and skills they are lacking
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| So I send them packing, they should have know not to tax in And smashing all of the vocals to smithereens
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| Watching them collecting themselves 'cause they ?(bitter seen)?
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| But some find happiness while others find sorrow
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| And what’s here today, maybe gone tomorrow |