Tonalité : A minor•
Intro 1
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Verse 1
Am
It's now out of control,
out of the hands that shaped the mold
Dm
It's now dwelling in that place
where the stories all get old
Am
And the realness never told,
too much money's in the fold
Dm
MC's selling out they soul
Am
for a record to get sold
Ain't it funny how these things
always seem to go around
Dm
It's like a virus or a plague that keeps
messing up the sound
Am
Who's be talking major trash but in
your face they want a pound
Dm
Scared to go around without a
bodyguard surround
Am
So you sold it all for nothing while we ask
you where's the substance
Dm
Too much empty talk, thickets,
these come in abundance
Am
Don't you hate all that redundant,
it's quite laughable today
Dm
It's quite affable to say hope it
dies and goes away
Am
You can look up to the clouds,
you can look into the sky
Dm
You can ask the reason why,
but it's him we can't deny
Am
Let the music take control and may
it see a brighter day
Dm
While we raise it to the stars, letting
Am
God show us the way
You're dreamin',
you're really not that tired
Dm
You can't rock a crowd,
can't rock the mic
Am
You're dreamin',
you come back to earth
Dm
You think you got a lot,
but what's it really worth?
Am
You're dreamin', sunk on cloud nine
Dm
You need to face reality,
Am
you really can't run
You're dreamin',
you think you're so fresh
Dm
But haven't done a show,
haven't sold yet
Am
You say you're gonna come up
and that it's your time to shine
Dm
Am
But I hear nothing from you, a waste of time
A waste of breath at the pace
of an ex -lifetime
Dm
It's safe to have said you've
straddled the fine line
Am
A complete failure,
claiming genius to a fool
Dm
But your efforts are nothing more
than levels of grade school
Am
You still live with your mom and
she makes you lunch and dinner
Dm
Pats you on the back and says
you're gonna be a winner
Am
But you've nothing to claim,
merit in this rap game
Dm
I mention your name and they all
say that you're lame
Am
Whack of the whack,
you make an optimist complain
Dm
It's sadder than sad,
Am
I would've blown out my brains
I guess you're cool with it,
you just chill with the coke
Dm
Hatin' on
Rap
City, sayin' that you're
way more dope
Am
Once you get a record deal,
then it falls into your lap
Dm
But do get real,
it'll go down like that
Am
You're dreamin',
you're really not that tight
Dm
You can't rock a crowd,
can't rock the mic
Am
You're dreamin',
you come back to earth
Dm
You think you got a lot,
Am
but what's it really worth?
You're dreamin',
you suck on cloud nine
Dm
You need to face reality,
but you really can't find
Am
You're dreamin',
you think you're so fresh
Dm
I haven't done a show, I haven't sold yet
Am
3, 4, 1
It's time to wake up from the matrix,
Dm
your debates are faithless
Time to get back to the basics,
Am
face the facts that show tasteless
Dm
Tattered and tired, come on, you're not admired,
your late pass has expired
Am
And I'm the hall monitor,
send you to the office
Dm
My off the top of the head is better
than your whole synopsis
Am
To sum it up, even though you're
coming up
Dm
Whether you're bad or running rough,
the aftermath's worth running up
Am
To let you know that
Vickie
Smalls called, he wants his style back
Dm
I liked your album better
when it was called
Ready to
Die,
Mack
Am
Come on, player, quit listening to
Big
Dm
Am
Dm
Kemp and quit listening to your homeboys when they tell you, it's hittin' manifest and writtens that go beyond average description, go beyond cash,
Am
Dm
causing women to erode that's not so driven, and given the fact that I've now painted this scenario, you and your tribes should hit that quest for a better future.
Am
You're dreamin', you're really not that tight,
Dm
you can't rock a crowd, can't rock your mind.
Am
You're dreamin', you come back to earth,
Dm
you think you got a lot, but what's it really worth?
You're dreamin', suck on
Cloud 9, you need to face reality,
you really can't lie
Am
You're dreamin', you think you're so fresh,
Dm
but haven't done a show, haven't sold yet
Am
And all that gibberish you was spittin',
Dm
you need to kill it, believe me
Am
My advice, quit talkin', it's over
Dm
And your style is like dying in my sleep,
I don't feel it
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