Текст (слова) песни: KatchPhraze - Bass Akwards

 
[KatchPhraze] 
"It`s like nowadays all this hip hop is all about getting paid 
 and letting everyone else know about it. (It`s wack.) 
 We forgot where it all started, where it`s supposed to be going 
 But I`m here to change all that... because it has to be done. 
 So without further adieux.." 
 
"Lemme introduce myself" -- Pharoahe Monch 
 
When this mic`s in my hand it`s like grains for sand 
Time is ticking so I`m moving `to bigger and better plans 
With my name up in lights scrolled across billboards 
While gun clappin` happy crowds are doing rounds of applause 
Emcees flap their jaws and still reep the bennifits 
Since 95` and they`re the reason that hip hops turned to shit 
From the moment that I stepped on the stage I got my wreck on 
Expressing what up until now wsa getting slept on 
I opened up your eyes to late sessions in the parks 
when the only light we had was off the Blunts that we sparked 
Moved on to new misions between the fake and the real 
Record deal hungry artists `got the wrong crowd appeal, in they` sights 
Ain`t it funny dirty money`s turnin` Honest Ed 
into a thief, sleepin` on my record release 
Date, wait till your putting down a sound of your own 
Then vacate cause this ain`t home no more, so get gone 
It`s all wrong and Bass Akwards 
These wack rappers want a tip?go off roading in a Geo Tracker 
It`s hip hop 
It`s mic turntables and beat box 
It`s the breakers in the circles pumping up they` reebox 
In my name in grafitti scrolled across the walls 
And it`s the love that I`m gettin` from all of ya`ll 
Keep the thugs in the clubs , we`ll keep the image legit 
I dedicate this song to everyone who said you ain`t shit, word up 
 
[Chorus] 
"Holler For a Dolla" (L da Head Toucha) 
"Shut the Hell Up" (Juice) 
"Half these rappers started rappin` a couple a` gold chains ago" (Planet Asia) 
"It`s Hip Hop" (Akbar) 
"So who the fuck are you?" (Mad Skillz) 
"exploited by many, understood by few" (J-Live) 
 
This is my life 
This is what I strive for 
The only thing I`d die for 
The reason that I opened up my eye for` 
I live it, breath it, feel it, need it, fall asleep to it 
Wake up in the morning with my clock bumpin` music 
Frequent my job`s bathroom, HandyCap Stalls 
Writin` songs down on toilet paper pressed against the wall 
Or recitin` rhymes at three in the morn` on school nights 
with the system thumpin on my way to meet you in the park fights 
Hit up shows left and right to get my name known 
Rhyming in the basement on a 20 dollar microphone 
I drove my parents nuts with my walk man, head nodding 
Trailing off during the lectures while they`re still talking 
At times in life I wrote songs of broken hearts 
And battles won by reputation `fore the verse even starts 
And I...put my heart into it when I press it to wax 
Forever, I keeps it baggy with my hat to the back 
Finally the long awaited let tha whole world peep it 
And Lemmie let you in on a secret yo 
 
[Chorus] 
 
"Holler For a Dolla" (L da Head Toucha) 
"Shut the Hell Up" (Juice) 
"Half these rappers started rappin` a couple a` gold chains ago" (Planet Asia) 
"It`s Hip Hop" (Akbar) 
"So who the fuck are you?" (Mad Skillz) 
"exploited by many, understood by few" (J-Live) 
 
I remember back in the days when I was first starting out 
Writing songs not even I knew what the fuck they` about 
Oh how I`ve come along since over other`s instrumentals 
Paying for open mics so I could boost my credentials 
Like a basement chemist, making moves independent 
It`s slow as hell, especially when your face is blemished 
And with candy coated bullshit flooding our magazines 
That`s the furthest thing from hip hop I`ve ever seen 
I hate to crush dreams like castles of plastacine 
But trends go up and down like kids on trampolines 
Stand on the finest green and watch my neighbours starrin` jealous 
While fellow emcees fall behind because they acted over zealous 
 I grew up on the right side of town left handed 
Stuck here to fend for my own, left stranded 
Spending overtime with this shit just like you 
Hate on me, I dedicate this right back to spite you 
A brand new jack rappin for the does? I`m not 
I`m gettin` slept on for lack of dreadlocks when I rock 
Who woulda` thought all this talk would play out to real life? 
Maybe the time in that basement wasn`t wasted with a mic 
In my hand it`s precise where it happens son 
Come one day, gone the next like fashion 
Whatcha gonna` do when your computer starts crashin`? 
Or someone sees through your weak threats with lack of action 
Shit that don`t matter, your topics are too soft? 
I release my bloated bladder the moment I`m pissed off 
I`m sick of hearing circa early 80`s ripped off 
By these corny mutherfuckers too scared to lip off 
My soul is not for sale, I don`t need to hear the cost 
Katch me rhyming over beats that`s produced by ambiance...there you go
 

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