Show Business Songtext
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Show Business Songtext
This is dedicated to my favorite, that are livin′
From rappers to the master turntable technicians
We wanted, all of us, lost and in a vision
With ill conditions, some of the best are stuck in prison
Most of us don't know what else to do except the business
We only went to school special days, they took the pictures
Police-aphobic, I suffer lack of patience
I′m sorta crazy, but can't afford no medication
I face a high percentage my success will never be
Cause if I threw a rock I'd hit a rapper, guaranteed
Thieves never love the sunny days of other thieves
The minute that you make somethin′ marks the hour you leave
That′s what sucks about (ha)
That's what sucks about
That′s what sucks about rap music
I love what sucks about (come on)
I love what sucks about
I love what sucks about doin' it, doin′ it
Stoppin' for some donuts 80 miles outside of Dallas
On a tour bus, and everybody thinks I′m Lenny Kravitz
We laughin' up in Denny's, causin′ traffic, signin′ napkins and hats
It's Lenny K, with a peace sign after it
It just so happens, I haven′t showered in like 48 hours
I'm rollin′ to rapids, someone booked this tour backwards
Tonight we in New York, then circle to Atlanta
Then up to Philly, and then some joint in Alabama
Dressin' room smellin′ like a fresh can of anus
There's a fly in my potatoes, and the soundman is ancient
Talkin' bout a show in ′88 with Rick James
He loves reggae music, it′s irie we came
In the middle of the set, my speaker get to mufflin'
My DJ, soundin′ like some alley cats fuckin'
Over feedback, believe that, it always happens with us
And the worst four letter word I′ve ever heard is show business
Put out a couple records, do some shows, make impressions
And you're just another name on the grapevine, naked
People like "I know him", you don′t know me
Hey yo, Z, remember me from them Woodward Street days, G?
They keep you restin' and they play you all accessible
Frontin' on your schedule, actin′ all professional
They be like "give me your number and uh, what we′ll do is"
Meanwhile you can't remember who the hell this dude is
Talkin′ 'bout a blunt and we should take it to the cuts
Shit, y′all ain't stickin′ me up, I don't want that
That's how a brother end up sleepin′ where the swamps at
I be at the party dancin′ naughty with some wombats
From rappers to the master turntable technicians
We wanted, all of us, lost and in a vision
With ill conditions, some of the best are stuck in prison
Most of us don't know what else to do except the business
We only went to school special days, they took the pictures
Police-aphobic, I suffer lack of patience
I′m sorta crazy, but can't afford no medication
I face a high percentage my success will never be
Cause if I threw a rock I'd hit a rapper, guaranteed
Thieves never love the sunny days of other thieves
The minute that you make somethin′ marks the hour you leave
That′s what sucks about (ha)
That's what sucks about
That′s what sucks about rap music
I love what sucks about (come on)
I love what sucks about
I love what sucks about doin' it, doin′ it
Stoppin' for some donuts 80 miles outside of Dallas
On a tour bus, and everybody thinks I′m Lenny Kravitz
We laughin' up in Denny's, causin′ traffic, signin′ napkins and hats
It's Lenny K, with a peace sign after it
It just so happens, I haven′t showered in like 48 hours
I'm rollin′ to rapids, someone booked this tour backwards
Tonight we in New York, then circle to Atlanta
Then up to Philly, and then some joint in Alabama
Dressin' room smellin′ like a fresh can of anus
There's a fly in my potatoes, and the soundman is ancient
Talkin' bout a show in ′88 with Rick James
He loves reggae music, it′s irie we came
In the middle of the set, my speaker get to mufflin'
My DJ, soundin′ like some alley cats fuckin'
Over feedback, believe that, it always happens with us
And the worst four letter word I′ve ever heard is show business
Put out a couple records, do some shows, make impressions
And you're just another name on the grapevine, naked
People like "I know him", you don′t know me
Hey yo, Z, remember me from them Woodward Street days, G?
They keep you restin' and they play you all accessible
Frontin' on your schedule, actin′ all professional
They be like "give me your number and uh, what we′ll do is"
Meanwhile you can't remember who the hell this dude is
Talkin′ 'bout a blunt and we should take it to the cuts
Shit, y′all ain't stickin′ me up, I don't want that
That's how a brother end up sleepin′ where the swamps at
I be at the party dancin′ naughty with some wombats
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