Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sincerely , by - MolemenRelease date: 12.10.2004
Song language: English
Sincerely |
| Sometimes the illest cats roam the streets… |
| Underground legends |
| Cats you never heard of |
| But everybody know they tha nicest |
| This is for them cats… |
| When I design rhyme in daylight |
| Or primetime I stay tight |
| I walk the fine line between an emcee and a play right |
| I represent the underground world, it’s a unique scene |
| There’s no record deals, no videos and street teams |
| I do shows to keep green |
| I know I’m not a star man, I’m signed to myself |
| And my mic’s my A&R man |
| In double nine I guess it’s just a sign of tha times |
| The spotlight that I’ve been looking for is finally mine |
| I never thought about the dough when I’m designing my rhyme |
| As long as I can reach my peoples over vinyl I’m fine |
| It ain’t about that |
| I opened up for cats who ain’t as dope as me |
| While I rip the flow, they lips sink, the show hopelessly |
| From Heaven I was set to game to entertain |
| I may never pimp that '75 ta cop that blue range rover |
| But even if I don’t remain sober |
| I’mma score double digits till the fuckin' games over |
| «Whether they signed or unsigned» (Canibus) |
| «Platinum more wax for. |
| platinum in tha streets» (Redman) |
| I don’t care if I’m right, wrong, or in between |
| All night long I pimp tha scene they said I couldn’t write songs |
| I intervene |
| Don’t think because the battle rhymes are what I’m know for |
| I can’t out write the best of em, or rip the microphone |
| Raw my words are deep |
| Keep my tape handy when you’re buzzin |
| Let my thoughts deep inside ya dome |
| Tell a cousin or friend play my CD when you guzzlin' Gin |
| Come down but then recite it when you buzzin' again |
| You must respect the flow |
| Point blank I’m a professional |
| Exceptin' no less than excellence, that’s how tha session go |
| Embracin' my Rhyme, when I’m gone who’s replacin' mine? |
| I trace a line that transcend all space and time |
| I implement infinite lyrics that are intricate |
| The type of shit discussed my mob bosses eatin' shrimp and shit |
| Those with intellect they understand how I wrote it |
| But the average mind can take 5 years to decode it |
| Chorus: (scratched) |
| «Whether they signed or unsigned» -Canibus |
| «Platinum more wax for. |
| platinum in tha streets» -Redman |
| Gradually I drift off imagining me |
| The baddest emcee, wondering what my status will be |
| A little local battle emcee who never made the grade? |
| Or a gifted lyricist who used to spit with razor blades? |
| Ever time I win the battles they dissected my words |
| I’ll probably never get the props or the respect I deserve |
| The magazines claim I wrote my battle rhymes like they knew me |
| Then they wanna call the next day and fuckin' interview me |
| Do I really have props? |
| Is it really that stable |
| When they ask me to freestyle when I walk up into labels? |
| When they take me for lunches and drinks inside they limos? |
| And fu#k around and play me somebody else’s demo |
| J-U ya’ll niggas all know what his name is |
| The Cat that got famous |
| By never being famous |
| I’ll probably roam the underground scene for all times |
| Signed sincerely JUICE the unsigned |
| «Whether they signed or unsigned» -Canibus |
| «Platnum more wax for. |
| platnum in tha streets» -Redman |