Lyrics:
(Advertiser)
And now a public service announcement
For those who may be
Confused Curtis Of G-Unit
(50 Cent) ladies and gentlemen it's been
Brought
Lucy, and Mary Tyler Moore
Jackie Gleason, Honeymooners and Zsa Zsa Gabor
Green Acres, yeah that's what you're looking for
You're a product of these
a seasonal thing
They love you for a day
Before the first but after the 28th
She says Queen is a band
Or an identifier
She don't believe in The State
I'm glad we won our battles
Defeated all the haters and the hassles
I swear, I was down to my last bros
Now, we got alive more than you could ask for
of fears
Computer programs analyzing the data for years
Information tech is out of control, you know
Advertisers make up most of the web, for sure
Banks
Schemers, rapists
Pedophiles
Advertisers, evil dictators
App for this
App for that
And there's fraud
On your debit card
So grab your money
Shit is runny
It's
To enhance the beauty of living
Something that could make the others fall for me
Lets just upgrade my sexuality
What if something grows right on top of me
really liked the creative process
the rest was a game another high-school test.
He's making music for no one.
He said: These days we are all advertisers
The world that I once knew is gone and so are you
The wheels are off the wagon
Every thing that you fought for. Doesn't matter anymore
There's just
I searched facebook for dating site
I just found a lot of scammer and advertiser
I am not sure if every one up there is real or not
I just can't
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't know what you take me as
Or understand
so
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't know what you take me as
Or understand
selling your screen time to advertisers
People have become the product
You are the product
The algorithm is doing what it takes to keep you on for as long
a shit, so!
All these mags try and use our ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers!
I don't know what you take us as
Or understand
To enhance the beauty of living
Something that could make the others fall for me
Lets just upgrade my sexuality
What if something grows right on top of me
feet
Broadway Mary, Joan Fontaine
Advertiser on a downtown train
Oh, Christmas crier bustin' cane
He's in love again
Where dock worker's dreams
feet
Broadway Mary, Joan Fontaine
Advertiser on a downtown train
Oh, Christmas crier bustin' cane
He's in love again
Where dock worker's dreams
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
So advertisers can give em more cash for ads
Fuckers uhh (Check it out) uhh
Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top
Chillin' on the scene
Smokin' pounds
of created needs
Slash and burn
Kill to live
Kill for kicks
3rd world to the 1st
Kill to live
Worms in the garden more real than a McDonalds
Drain
iron eagle, "33
injection"
Sold to advertiser, computer
execution line
They give then take away,
repossess and crucify
The more you own the more
County
Don't tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two
Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two
Lil' mama super thick, she say she
Cus I can only see it rain money
Roger that baby
Patience is a virtue
Now I get paid for it
Pray for me
Showers of blessings I can Only see it rain
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