Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bum Deal, artist - Jean Grae. Album song The Bootleg of the Bootleg, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.10.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Orchestral
Song language: English
Bum Deal |
We bring it down on the two ‘cause we’re not the ones |
No, we’re not the ones |
We bring it down on the two ‘cause we’re not the ones |
We’re not the ones, yo, we’re not the ones |
I. Drop. |
My. |
Style like this |
Twist, shape shift, bum deals get diss |
My flow’s been blessed, chopping up at the breath |
Expand thoughts, chest retract, inhale the cess |
Digression—best defense emcees kept possession |
Southeast to northwest, contest to submission |
I flex, release, tense muscles and cease |
Stole the master key to free 'em from the industry leash |
I got a, full mind, with lethal weapons |
Breaking down crews in seconds while the hardcore beckons |
But I, stay focused even though triggers attempt |
Even though niggas are bent, so quick to represent |
Real emcees, we broke, Moet don’t wet my throat |
I keep a double-edged sword, no one to mute the remote |
You need to keep your mouth shut, talking jaja on wax |
And no doubt, we’ll see what happens with the company tax |
You know you gotta recoup, keeping your niggas with loot |
And gambling with your soul, rocks is your papers they shoot |
You’re tampering with the art, and you’re position’s just temp |
I got the full-time job from bum deals in zest |
We bring it down on the two ‘cause we’re not the ones |
She’s not your daughter, and I’m not your son |
So why you tryna play us like we’re dumb? |
These deal is for bums |
From the cradle to the grave, elementary to the penitentiary |
The Black man’s been getting the bum deal of the century |
Now you want to get with the rap techniques you used to diss |
I see you in these Coca-Cola commercials, and it’s really making me pissed |
But I gotta give my, do and get my boots |
Two, in come more through. |
True, and get my loot too |
But you gotta remember from which this household started |
And these labels are trying to gas you up like someone farted |
I come more strong-hearted than Lion-O |
is my father and What? |
What? |
is |
So we had no choice but to be good guys with appeal |
And don’t got no time for nobody’s whack record deal |
I feel we should make one buck out of every album that we sell |
If we did, you don’t think that I’d know you’d make twelve? |
What the hell? |
I got a job, she’s got a job, he’s got a job, we’re all in school |
So why is it that you’re trying to play us for fools? |
‘Cause most shit stinks like bird stool, can’t hack it |
And I don’t want to be playin' like white shit up on my jacket |
Your tax bracket sees you green, while all these emcees see is teal |
What are we, assholes? |
You can keep your bum deal |
We bring it down on the two ‘cause we’re not the ones |
She’s not your daughter, and I’m not your son |
So why you tryna play us like we’re dumb? |
These deal is for bums |
I’m surrounded by: bums |
Crowded by: bums |
Your style is like: bums |
Bums |
I need no bum deal for my bung-hole |
You sold your soul—now they’re in control |
Jerked your body like a marionette |
Took your pens and your pads and replaced them with texts |
No say in the game, rappers sounding the same |
I’m sick of Versace, Chanel, and Gucci, drinking champagne |
Love’s gonna getcha, I betcha, double dare you |
Physical challenge, your player shit is losing balance |
Get off the job, talk—your whole aura is weak |
My black people either got to be Italian or Greek |
Need to step off the scene, contracts and wicked seals, for real |
Keep your whack-ass fucking bum deal |
We bring it down on the two ‘cause we’re not the ones |
She’s not your daughter, and I’m not your son |
So why you tryna play us like we’re dumb? |
These deal is for bums |