Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Idols, artist - Joe Budden. Album song Rage & The Machine, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.10.2016
Record label: EMPIRE
Song language: English
Idols |
Look, long live your idols, may they never be your rivals |
Rakim was like Jesus, Chuck D wrote the Bible |
G-Rap was God, I learned to punch from Kane |
Lived in Queens so on Farmers we would see Todd James |
Remember the cover of Black Panther with the fat gold chains |
Then Slick Rick had a million of 'em |
So I wanted a million of 'em |
Yeah, back in my first days |
When we ain’t know who was the nicest nigga in 3rd Base |
Which emcee was the worst before my emcee search |
Some niggas thought Pete Nice, me, I thought MC Serch |
This before I ever met Em, way before «Hammer Dance» |
This when I was asking Carrie Anne to make me Hammer pants |
Smooth B was dope, Greg Nice had character |
Before I ever knew image would even matter, bruh |
Ice Cube raised me, gotta mention Gang Starr |
Me and Premier tight right now, we in the same squad |
Always tell me stories on the game and how it changed, y’all |
Life don’t always come full circle, I can’t explain, God |
Teacher to student |
The overlap and the generational gap I’m seeing is prudent |
So when I speak of pursuing |
What we deemed as mere dreams and illusions |
Albeit a nuisance |
I’m brewing from eyes that have seen through it |
It’s no time for even a body to be reclusive |
Execs’ll feed you excuses, and if its seasoned, you chew it |
We got old ideologies, I think we should renew it |
The psychology for some of that reasoning’s even stupid |
For me it’s deeper than music, much deeper than music |
They stole our musical freedom, up next it’s freedom of music |
As a tenth grade drop-out I’m watching the aftermath |
Of everything streaming and doing the extremist |
This is true shit |
Don’t take a genius to see the genius is stewing |
Ain’t got the reach to do it, so let me reach you can do it |
It go |
Look, look |
If you live long you see your idols be your rivals |
Hov was like the GOAT, congratulations on Tidal |
Salute, you broke through many barriers for us |
When we couldn’t move the needle you carried us for us |
Look forward, maybe in 30 years they’ll implore us |
Push to the back of the red ignore us |
I think we nearing that border |
Mr. Carter, who gon' fare for the authors? |
They only there to extort us |
Who gon be there to record us, nigga? |
Even deeper who gon' care for our daughters? |
And our sons just the vultures |
We keep handing them the culture |
And the hip-hop that raised this kid is one that spoke up |
I’m pessimistic, I won’t even get my hopes us |
But if it’s gon' all implode before it blow up |
Need more than overcharging for what they did to the Cold Crush |
Just a PSA in lieu of the movement |
Can’t get a quarter back now, what about future music? |
Really |
So if I’m gone when tomorrow come |
The mission for my only-born when tomorrow come |
How will we receive songs when tomorrow come? |
Here’s my study for understudies to borrow from |
New Rage &Machine, nigga, we got this |
Is what you hear when label ideas meet a plot twist |
Used to be faded from the killer talk |
Now we suffocating from the pillow talk |
Every verse like, «damn, y’all love chivalry» |
They offer me fame as a man, I chose dignity |
Guess everything ain’t for everybody |
Maybe everybody ain’t for everything |
It ain’t a thing, I’m looking through my career |
I’m more the long game dude on how I choose to prepare |
Not the richest, just the sickest, ask the dudes in your tier |
Knew if I made it to the top I’d hate the views from up there |
We don’t value the same shit, I spoke through a despair |
Stood out before it was cool to be weird, my nigga, you just appear |
Before these niggas hit puberty |
I was online talking like it’s just you and me |
The foolery, but since we hopping like rabbits |
Calling everything that’s dropping a classic |
With all this modern day practice |
Tactics that should rot in the ashes |
Some are cut from the same cloth |
Some have forgotten the fabric, listen |
Raised a nigga that you rather leave at bay |
She ain’t walking in naked, she ain’t fashionably late |
Have her bring your good shoes so you can dodge around the rumors |
And then shoot to light the room up like like Robert Downey Jr |
Fifth to the court tell I did this before |
Without a bearing ask Karen, nothing civil in war |
It’s civil war, to judging off the shit that I saw |
I’m trying to leave it so our kids’ll have more |
Tomorrow is bigger than all |