Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fair Weather Fan, artist - J.J. BrownAlbum song Sin-a-Matic: The 80's Edition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.07.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Pot To Piss In
Song language: English
Fair Weather Fan |
You said it folks this guys clever |
He got extra dope rhymes and punch lines forever |
His stuff will catch in no time if his production guy was better |
And theres nothing I like better then new battle lyrics |
My favorite jam is «Secret Agent» man you have to here it |
I heard he got a phat review in a mag or two |
And now the majors want him that would suck if that was true |
There ain’t a cat half as fat as lou and that’s the truth who’s stayin Indie |
Or dudes with punchlines on major lables sayin any |
He even answers all his emails if he’s got a chance at all |
He told me icons real name is vinny |
Maybe when he’s getting chased by a bunch of sweaty face record snakes |
With chansaws and machete blades in pursuit like leather face and jason |
He’ll be the first kid who dont forget his place and sustains the basement |
Anyways hit me up on my email if you disagree or wanna spit a free |
Later dmx63 |
I said pray for the sunshine warmth today |
But the cold rain cloud gon wash the sun away |
You know this guy cries child but dont you weap |
Cause mother son even goes to sleep |
I said pray for the sunshine warmth today |
But the cold rain cloud gon wash the sun away |
You know this guy cries child but dont you weap |
Cause mother son even goes to sleep |
Well isnt this poetic faithfully |
Theres another emcee with major label fever next thing we know |
He’ll make a disco record |
Louis Logic the next thing to grow into a classic? |
Its probably more likely Roy Jones will get his ass kicked |
He has made some impressive plastic but thats it |
He never crafted a classic with an extended track list |
Who tries to make tremendous rap hits on 12 inches anyways? |
He doesnt understand that this is hells business |
All the labels care about is sales figures and your whereabouts on the charts |
And rappers livin at there parents house |
For tryin to invent a daring sound |
Which obviously isnt lous intent to save you the suspense |
His newest attempts a dissapointment and a clear case |
A great unlistened enjoyment for career stakes |
So here’s the answer and the ointment, show em no love |
Your favorite dick eating critic also known as O’Dub |
I said pray for the sunshine warmth today |
But the cold rain cloud gon wash the sun away |
You know this guy cries child but dont you weap |
Cause mother son even goes to sleep |
I said pray for the sunshine warmth today |
But the cold rain cloud gon wash the sun away |
You know this guy cries child but dont you weap |
Cause mother son even goes to sleep |
So this is what you’ve all been asking for |
I never let your small talk make me mad before |
Cause after all when its said and done |
Its as if these cats wish my only bread was crumbs |
So let em front |
Everyones a critic theese days, not to complain |
These little djs dis wax of the popular phrase |
But the topics the same, money sex and guns |
Is that less expressive from how indie snobs expect it done |
When underground records come with three choices |
They can’t spit |
You can’t understand it |
Or its punks with weak voices |
And you rejoice at three joints of the 20 tracks only some were fat |
Then you wish you had your money back |
Therell be none of that in my wax or stage show |
I make extra sure to stay dope im spittin for your pesos |
And kick them on the same flow to show you that im anti wack |
Wether indie or major and their ain’t to many fans like that |
I said pray for the sunshine warmth today |
But the cold rain cloud gon wash the sun away |
You know this guy cries child but dont you weap |
Cause mother son even goes to sleep |
Blue skies and the sunshine come today |
To the rain clouds gone washed the sun away |
I know that things arent the way that they supposed to be |
So I keep my umbrella so close to me |
Younge Fella you wouldn’t know a dope emcee if the lord made them grow from |
trees |
So some fellas wouldn’t know a dope emcee if the lord made them grow from trees |
They used to love my shit before the suburb chicks |
Wanted to suck my dick |
Now the rain done came |
It’s like they hate the flow, cause the radio increased the ratio |
Its the same dumb thing |
They might say my name, to the sound that creates migraines |
Which means I dont go counterfit to change my game |
I got a plan to be fresh, and even if the first families stressed |
God damn the regret I can’t be supressed |