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INTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes - talking]
Yeah, yeah yeah. I got my man in the studio, Mac. What`s going on money?
[Mac] Yo what`s up? Chill
[Maestro] Word. I remember back in the days, you know. I be thinking, you
go in the studio, you drop a record, you know what I"m saying. That`s all
I`m saying. You get your porps an dloot the whole nine. Word (word). I
think brothers gotta wake up and smell the coffee you know what I`m saying.
[Mac] Brothers gotta wake up man
[Maestro] Word, word man
CHORUS X4
[Studio People] You gotta wake up, you gotta gotta wake up
[Maestro] Check it, it`s all about makin` records
[Maestro]
Everyday I wake up, I thank God
`Cause I never had to kill, never had to rob
Always had a job
The industry`s hard, full of frauds
But I never pulled a card on the boulevard
I just work hard
Ask a vet about disaster, you hafta
Be able to get a label to blast your procraster-
Nating the laughter, has to wait
After you pass the snake, stay awake Hobbes
That`s the breaks
You wanna make a record, check it
You need more than your boys around your way giving you credit
`Cause you can have a spectacular, vernacular
But take your contract to a lawyer to look after ya
`Cause labels have mastered the
Skill of gassing ya, after ya, dropped the flip like a spatula
Snatch your Acura
And all the bitches you wanted
Are flaunted your riches are laugh at ya
Cut you off like a dagger, support you like a laddere
Your pockets ain`t fatter, you be sadder
So you better have a better strate-gy
Can`t you see
It ain`t healthy, nobody could tell me it`s hell see
Takes more than a dope LP to be wealthy
Let me show you the path, you`re going too fast
You`re choking your promotional staff, ain`t no knowing the half
They look and they laugh, and take time off
Cut ya off, no loss you`re just a write off
Now you`re feeling neglected and rejected
Check it, it`s all about makin` records
CHORUS X2
[Maestro Fresh Wes]
You want to see pandemonia rip
Well you`re melodious shit
You shackle and tackle by chicks, packing like Appleonia(?) six
Having the hoes on your jock
A smooth individual, your videos on Yo! and the Box
Collecting your props, you think you`re getting your nots
Forgetting black man attacks man`s upsetting and sweating ya pops
Ringing the bell, ringing `em hell
I`m telling them facts, black be clever you better rebel
You`re outta here like flash dance
You and your wack stance
Regroup from your advance, fat chance!
You`re say that you`re only playing with your soul
You`re innovative, but they got creative control
You`re a puppet on a string, ain`t got a fucking thing
You can sing so they cling, `cause they know thay going to bring
Money with your rhyme but you`re def dumb and blind
Don`t waste time nigger, sign that dotted line
CHORUS X4
[Maestro Fresh Wes]
Now in the studio, you got the stupid flow
It doesn`t matter tho, it`s who you know
You think you got it bad, girls got it the harder way
Labels love to see a black woman in lingerie
What`s a broad to say when a label say we`ll make you millions
Buy clothes for your children, you know she hit the ceiling
They sing for me, we`ll bring you G`s
But injuries in the industry, could come instantly
I see the way they make a G a day, but what a fee to pay
Throwing and showing your T and A
You`re taking a blow, your ass you shake it to show
Is raking the dough, but they played you and make you a ho
You`re a piece of meat, between the sheets
`Nuff brothers seek to reach you, to freak or so to speak
Your Moms can`t believe this, her daughter showing cleavage
She`s speachless, and says oh help me sweet Jesus
Exposing the punanny, just to win a Grammy
But when that ass is flabby, you gone, word to daddy
Stop the degradation you`re facing
This information I`m raising to the Queens of my nation
The shit can`t prolong, goes strong
And when you sing a slow song (baby keep your clothes on)
Times are hard, many hearts are broken
Some start to smoke, Farrakhan ain`t joking
When he said we`re being setup
So black men and women keep your head up
When you`re makin` records
CHORUS X4
OUTRO - Farrakhan sample
"The greatest musicians, the greatest rap stars. The greatest black
artists, are sitting here today. But I want you to know, you`re being
setup. By the smarter that is coming down."
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