Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mass Appeal, artist - Gang Starr. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mass Appeal |
| No way you’ll never make it Come with the weak shit, I break kids |
| Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass |
| A lot of rappers be like one time wonders |
| Couldn’t say a fly rhyme if there was one right under |
| Their noses, I hate those motherfuckin posers |
| But I’m so real to them it’s scary |
| And with my unique skills nag you can’t compare me And no we don’t make wack tracks |
| and all the suckers get pushed back when I’m kickin real facts |
| I represent set up shit like a tent boy |
| You’re paranoid cause you’re my son like Elroy |
| And you’d be happy as hell to get a record deal |
| Maybe your soul you’d sell to have mass appeal |
| Verse Two: |
| Oh yes I’m greater than all MC’s when I breeeze give me room please |
| I be like fascinatin when I be updatin |
| Cuttin off wack kids, pullin their trump cards |
| I thump hard, and mak eem say that I’m God |
| Niggaz be pretendin they hardcore |
| Never know the meaning of But I get props like a slogan and no man |
| Could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam |
| Lyrically def and connecting complete mic wrecking |
| No double checking vocals kill like weapons |
| But if I have to I go all out with no mic |
| Yeah that’s right cause I survived mad fights |
| And for my peeps I truly care |
| Cause without some of them I wouldn’t be here |
| And they all know how I feel |
| Cause suckers be like playin themselves to have mass appeal |
| Verse Three: |
| I know I’m dope but don’t wet that |
| I’ve suffered setbacks but now I’m makin greenbacks |
| Just like baggy slacks I’m crazy hip-hop |
| Check one two and you don’t stop |
| Your head’ll bop when I drop my crop |
| of pure bomb, just like the seashore I’m calm |
| But wild, with my monotone style |
| Because I don’t need gimmicks |
| Gimme a fly beat and I’m all in it Word is bond I go on and on For you it’s tragic I got magic like wands |
| So I’ma end this lecture and I betcha |
| Those who kick dirt and do time I’m gonna get cha |
| Cause I be kickin the real |
| While they be losin the race tryin to chase mass appeal |