Underground Economics

P-p-p-p... please bear witness to this attempt To rid this unkempt existence of judgment Between business and artistic realness Cease this confusion of wackness This illusion of facts, this pollution of lack of sense These views of an abusive solution Listen to a new alternative To the view I've got to give for the few privileged What's true dissected for you My mission to get rid of the myth To stick you with strict system of basis Call it underground economics When you're freestyling you should be kicking to train of thought So you must be thinking about money a lot But you're an emcee, which means that's my money you speak of So I spend my money to hear you rapping about it in my speakers? Hah! I don't know about that, so basically if you whack You're just profiting off of the intelligence that your audience lacks And if you want to be smart learn to recognize art And forget about those with no message playing hard What should I tell you to sell you my LP? See, when I put it that way what pays is all you see Or would you rather of rapper who's original? With the unexpected freshest, forget those criminals Talking about how they rich off selling drugs Felons and thugs, peeling slugs, killing those they love I'm above that, had enough of that, cause that's whack Those rhymes is wickity-wickity-wickity... whack Yo, I choose to invest my money in artists that I know Will use it towards the cause, not the lame-old, same-old Every time I spend my money I choose to give it those who will give it To those who will give it to the love of living, to the lives of our children Economically, for the great satisfaction yielding With no decrease in marginal utility Your high standard of living allows me no versatility You enforce the formulas with laws to prevent me From living my life to the fullest extent, to my fullest intent But you will repent, because I'm not like them, my back won't bend My back won't bend. Simple as that: can't bend the back Art, definition The expression of an artist's rendition Or interpretation with attempted transition To another person into a similar position Appealing to the spirit and mind Feelings and facts combined Often revealing what's between the lines Appearing in a variety of kinds Like, my rhymes. It's time to take the path of rap back to the content No more hunting from meaning, I state it blatant Whether you believe it or not is entirely up to you But keep in mind I won't say what not true Because lies are what you see every day And if you could trust me there's another way Don't be bored with rap, be bored with the artist The majority is crap, that's why I prefer to choose the smartest Lyrical professionals who offer something to learn It's about time that the tables turn Why nod your head to the beat of a lame rhyme When you could be feeding your head at the same time? See mine, and compare the qualities Ask yourself, when will this bullshit cease? The beast will stop it's shitting when you stop feeding it a feast In other words, stop buying all these industrial CDs When the profits gone, the industry will disappear And when the profits gone, I'll still be here Don't fear, open your ear And hear the raps of the cat that really don't care I express myself spiritually, that's what an artist all about Don't conform to the normality, that's a sellout So I give you my permission to copy this Distribute it freely throughout your entire metropolis Or wherever you are, get your friends hooked on it Destroy your whack albums, don't re-sell them to the market Cause some unfortunate kid might get it somehow We can't have that if the industry is going down It may seem like ain't no reason to hope It's like somebody telling you how to cast your vote But I don't want you to vote, don't even register Because the day a candidate represents you will be never So at least boycott this industrial whackness And then one day we'll stop political madness Oh, we'll stop it. It has to stop Because it's not the quantity, it's the quality Not the size of the army, it's the loyalty It's not the beauty, it's the personality Not the amount of money, it's the currency It's not the weight of the sack, it's the potency Not the bass in the back, it's the clarity It's not the hours worked, it's the efficiency It's not the length of the word, it's the meaning It's hard to have the best of both worlds, and timing is everything