Lyrics Sidekick - The Jokerr

Sidekick

Hey there Swizzle, guess who it is, it’s your old pal Jokerr and I’m giving you
the biz
Because socio politically, we’re never eye to eye
But you’re not a bad guy, and I consider you a friend
Frie-friends don’t tell friends what they want to hear
They’ve always said a good friend is a human mirror
I don’t know who you have, but I’ll be there for you
I know it’s gotta be tough In the background
Looking at the crowd go nuts over that sound
And show after show, that you never headline, which how you long to do
Whoa, and I know it’s gotta be sad (Sing your minds out)
Seeing what you want so bad (From the sideline)
Ohh poor Swizzle, I can’t even imagine, what you going through, I mean
It’s gotta be, so so hard
To be a sidekick, stuck living in the shadow of a giant
So so hard
With everybody watching when you know they’ll never understand
It’s gotta be
So so hard
To be a sidekick, it doesn’t matter how popular you might get
So so hard
When your whole identity’s defined by the efforts of another man
It’s gotta be
Hard on tour, knowing in your mind
If you didn’t show up, the show would go along fine
Cause, nobody wants to hear the right hand man,
You and Krizz Kaliko could probably start your own hype man band
Oh sure, you can both tour, go and hit the road, and everything you vote for,
could be so yours
Oh man, it’d be so grand, look about performing at a whole damn show of only
your fans
There’d be no Hop, no Dizzy, no Dame
No half of ten percent of half the dough that the show bringed
Everybody singing out your songs, buying your merch, girls wearing your shirts,
screaming your name
Ooh-Ooh, think of that show, the opening act’s closed, the lights turn on,
you step on stage to that crowd dream
And all ten crickets in the crowd sings
It’s gotta be tough on the sideline, watching all the rappers grind,
tryna get a little something going
When you just sit there in your room on your lazy ass, getting thousands of
dollars of free promotion
I couldn’t help but to notice how you talk about rich folks never give enough
to help the people at the bottom
Hey, but you sit and get your career fed to you on silver spoon of courtesy of
Hopsin
~It's got to be hard~
Hey there Swizzle, what’s there to do, when the whole world’s moving on without
poor you
While Dizzy already dropped his album
Four years and you’re stilling sitting there without one
I hate to be the one to break it to you baby boy
But I’mma make you face the facts, many may avoid:
You’re not as good an artist as you think you are
You don’t shoot your own videos, Hop produces every beat you ever rocked,
and even does your mixes, so
How much you expecting to be given yo, I mean are you gonna be able to stand up
and take it upon yourself to get your own
No, no, no
I didn’t figure so, so until you get your own fans, bitch zip it close
My apologies, I shoudn’t let it bother me, I mean after all…