Lyrics:
gotta do
Association breeds similarity
That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas
'til six niggas carry me
Poverty's a mind state
Time wait's for no man,
Advertising, televising,
Lot producing, all importing
Shipping getting, buying selling
Selling buying, we are all buying
Advertising, televising,
Lot producing,
myself
Everything is fading slowly
No longer selling out, I'm buying in
Redefining my grin
Making new medicine and now I'm sick of it all
But I can't
the only one who's laughing is the advertising man.
Those portraits of pleasure, of those who like to smoke,
They're laughing in the photograph, but we
up
All we see we don't need its all greed advertising
Just keeps on pushing and pushing this crooked image their selling
Compelling hellish they're
with trying to build a sales funnel or social media marketing
Before we even understand who we are, what we are selling, why we are selling it
And who
side of things I think one thing matter has failed to do is one make it easy to advertise on their platform there is no tougher advertising group to get
selling myself for nothing
I don't buy your advertising
You've run all my patience dry
So, you can fucking get back
This, is the last time
I've bought from
got blinded now it's fuck you and yo presence
One day imma be a legend
No more soaking in that bullshit you be selling
Everybody go thru sumn Buhh you
In buying cheap and selling yourself ?
Cars, dogs walls and advertising
selling to me?
You look so hypnotizing
You look bright and shiny
What are you advertising?
What are you selling to me?
I guess this passes for living
In
(I’m tired of missionary)
This life is a gimmick, or so it can be
For you if that’s what you want to see
(I’m tired of selling a dream)
Life is Guinea
the summer
I ain't advertising brands on the radio
They expensive and I know they ain't gon' pay me for
Telling kids to go in debt, for the 'vette that they'll
to speed
Cause I'm a specializer, rhyme reviser
Ain't selling out to advertisers
What you get is what you see
And you won't see me out there
reviser
Ain't selling out to advertisers
What you get is what you see
And you won't see me out there advertising
See I like to party not drink Bacardi
selling out
Don't give the people what they need
Give ‘em what they want, baby
Lie to these folks, man!
I'm on now, I can't even stand me
Look at me, Mama,
children
That they're always selling
They'll say "It's quaint" as the guilty ones faint
And claim they ain't underneath this paint
We interrupt these
and
Witch doctors aren't just in
Africa if you look
In the LA papers of a Sunday morning
You'll see the local variety
Advertising their wares
Like suit's with
you smile
You're the target for my advertising
You're so perfect for what I am selling
I'm a stalker in love with you
Tell me dear who likes you like I
but a rapping invention
Plus I mastered selling them P's, now my money no limit
I got my bread up, I shed up, don't let up, no police, I'm fed up
rappers y'all selling jingles instead of singles
But go 'head baby, I'm too hungry to be fed up wit you
If your brain ain't in the place mine is
Then you
BWA, Bread Winners Association
In my trap on the couch like my leg's broke
Catching sells, ain't no way I could be dead broke
Let him in, shut
Women and men lie, numbers are never mistaken
Highest selling still looking for validation
I dropped "Skelm" just to show them that I rap still
Then I
Advertising neo honesty
Androids tell you how you ought to be
Human sacrifice human sacrifice
Human sacrifice human sacrifice
Human human
Savage emblem token
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