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Disco Inferno

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Starvin’

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I really think sometimes
that people don't respect this shit
And really think it's a fuckin' game
Listen, yo, I do this for the love of the music
But it never hurts to get a little
somethin' to do it
Especially when these dummies
gettin' paid out the ass
And those nices at it ain't
makin' no cash
Youngins gettin' signed,
labels rapin' they ass
And those I once respected
have been makin' some trash
Who think they're pure hip -hops
takin' the dash
All along, I've been keeping
this ailing moustache
For a rainy day,
it's been pouring for years
Know the culture that suffered,
I've been ignoring the tears
Now I'm fighting for her,
through expression and self
And I fight for my fam,
at times getting no help
But I keep at it, and at times my story,
it may seem tragic
But I changed a miracle,
man, you thought you seen magic
Cause you've never seen
a struggle so beautiful
It's my everyday, this is nothing unusual
This is more than street shit
This is it, but I don't make it,
we won't eat shit
People need this,
more than a wraparound into the beat shit
Life reenacted on this, repeat this,
more than street shit
This is it, bottle man,
you reap what you eat shit
People need this,
more than a wraparound into the beat shit
Life reenacted on this, repeat this
Been rhyming over a decade, far from rich
But I'm blessed enough to be paid
for the bars I spit
Ironic because the microphone,
I never thought to grab it
At least I turned this art form
to a self -supporting habit
I'm roller than the mofo,
can't live off show though
Thank god I can draw,
there goes my logo
Gotta be enough to wake,
I ain't got the dough cuz
So I'm forced to do it all
like one half of Loto
Please someone to do it,
I can do man for what
But the constant grind
I'm on to make a man go nuts
Playing phone tag
with these cold ass executives
To the point I barely have time
to call my relatives
Three times negative,
it's like I gotta schedule it
Cause at times I forget to sleep
Feels like time wasted
when you're on the grind, face it
This shit here has never
been for the weak
How would you know
you ever been in the streets?
Blocks hot to the point
that it singes our feet
When dawn cracks,
it's all black, though I tie it
Early bird gets the worm,
it soars much higher
This is more than street shit
This a sip, I don't make it,
we won't eat shit
People need this
more than a wrap -around to the beat shit
Life reenacted on disc, repeat this
Like my own rhymes,
you ain't tellin' me nothin'
Cover designs, mine also secret production
But this beat you're hearing
is that of swaggery
Illustrating my pain in a
track you made for me
So what can you say to me?
You ain't understandin' me
Pressin' my own CDs
and cuttin' the covers manually
Choppin' back in that quality product
Just for cash to download,
it gotta be my luck
Youngin', do you know how much
I'm payin' for this?
My paper's out of here
like DHS or Laserdisc
Shit!
Broke and forced to promote online
The dudes I grew up with don't go online
So the ones that need to hear it most
don't know I exist
Meanwhile,
hip -hop music is going to shit
Gotta eat before I starve,
and my brits are showin'
But that's what you get
when you live for flowin'
This is more than street shit
This is hip -hop, make it,
we won't eat shit
People need this
More than a wrap -around
into the beat shit
Like reenacting on disc, repeat this
More than street shit
This is hip -hop, I make it,
we won't eat shit
People need this
More than a wrap -around
into the beat shit
Like reenacting on disc, repeat this
This is my story, cats have no idea
This is my in the game man, this is my life
I'm looking real as shit
This my story, you're a struggle,
bigger than me
This is Hofstra, we're my family