Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rap Game's Hijacked, artist - Ice T. Album song VI: Return Of The Real, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rap Game's Hijacked |
| Yeah |
| Too many hardcore muthafuckas out here in this business |
| Ain’t gettin their proper loot |
| You know what I’m sayin? |
| (Right) |
| Check the technique |
| (Aha) |
| Everybody talkin 'bout the way hip-hop ain’t the same |
| Suckers kidnapped the game |
| I know the biggest in the business, and no joke |
| Half of em broke — and none of em smoke |
| (Bust the facts, loc) |
| I got into this hip-hop game |
| Just to try to get a girl and get some light-weight fame |
| There’d never been no cash made in it |
| So who thought you could get paid with it? |
| Just crash the club with my crew and then I’m outta there |
| Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap career |
| Then Run-D.M.C. |
| jumped the fuck off |
| Got mad paid, word, kicked the bucks off |
| There wasn’t many rappers out there rockin the streets |
| When hip-hop was just cuts and beats |
| I seen _Wildstyle_, dug the scene |
| I wanna be an MC, rock, rock on — know what I mean? |
| I started crashin rap contests |
| Shootin hardcore rhymes through wack MC’s 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 talkin about? |
| In the first 2 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 |
| The game is to exploit young ghetto kids |
| A straight pimp game, and there ain’t no shame |
| And the shit’s gone too far |
| 100 hip-hop labels with all white A&R's |
| The game’s hijacked |
| The rap game’s hijacked |
| Let me tell you how it happened |
| Now while every MC in the game |
| Was worryin about a white boy gettin the fame |
| They dug out the foundation |
| Now let me give a demonstration |
| Say you got a dope group from the hood |
| Talkin mad shit like they’re up to no good |
| You take em to a label |
| Now who sits behind the table? |
| Some jewish muthafucka that don’t know shit |
| Tryin to tell y’all what’s a fuckin street hit |
| The shit’s way off course |
| It’s like me tellin 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 this nigga know what shit to rock? |
| The shit that make your face turn green |
| Is when you get dissed by a kidnap magazine |
| I give a fuck about these muthafuckas |
| I’m doin 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 |
| But this game has no guarantees |
| 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 they hear you, brother) |
| Yo, the rap game’s hijacked |
| (Word) |
| I’m talkin 'bout a hijack |
| (Say it one more time, baby) |
| The rap game’s hijacked |
| Check it |
| (Break it down for these niggas) |
| You can go gold and still owe the record label cash |
| Yo kid, check the math |
| Learn about the word 'recoup', troop |
| And stop walkin round all hyped and souped |
| You ain’t nothin but somethin to be used and worked |
| You ain’t nothin but a sucker to be duped and jerked |
| Cause the fuckin record label don’t love ya, pal |
| They didn’t love ya on the street and don’t love ya now |
| They’re out to make an end, friend |
| Cause every dollar you make, they damn near make 10 |
| They’ll take you for everything you got |
| Or else they’ll sign you and they put on the shelf to rot |
| I’m tryin to tell you what’s up |
| You best to listen to this record even if you hate my fucking guts |
| Cause I just can’t stand around and watch rap get done |
| And my brothers ain’t gettin none |
| A nigga like me has gotta spit game |
| Nigga, get that cash flow. |
| fuck that muthafuckin fame |
| Cause the white man’s rippin 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 |
| The rap game’s hijacked |
| Black people don’t own shit |
| The rap game’s hijacked |
| Check it |
| R&B's hijacked |
| Black acting is hijacked |
| Just being black is hijacked |
| (Build, my nigga, build, my nigga) |
| Nigga |
| Stupid muthafuckas, they rippin us off |
| You better get a end. |
| While the money’s there, boy |
| Silly-ass bitch runnin around with a gold chain |
| All niggas gotta get some real estate |
| Muthafucka |
| Come up |
| Fuck a bitch |
| Better get somethin you can own, asshole |
| White man ain’t givin up shit |
| Word o' life |
| Although I got a white engineer |
| But he’s gettin minimum wage |
| So it’s cool… |
| Yeah |
| Shit’s been hijacked |