I Remember Songtext
von Supastition

Seems like everything′s a little different now
M-Phazes, you know what I mean man
It's funny how people treat you
When they see your name on a CD or something
I didn′t forget y'all
The ones who fronted on a nigga
When I was trying to get some shine
But now the table's turned
Hell yeah

I remember
Rocking shows for free
Trying to sell a CD hand to hand
I can′t go there again
I can′t forget
Dealing with the BS, yes the bullshit
When nobody was giving a damn


I feel like I'm in another world, another place
Within the span of two years
The way they see a brother′s face
Has taken a drastic change
360, Ladies and cats don't act the same
I guess that explains
Why my phone keeps continuously ringing, people reaching out
Before they was deep in doubt
And didn′t think I'd leave in the mouth
To be more than a battle MC with punchlines
Who rapped over mediocre beats
But now it comes time
For me to explode, shine, and get some love
Like Michael J. Fox, nobody knew how sick I was
But at the end of the day
It ain′t even about the way I spit
It's about the bigger names that I'm associated with
This rap game is nothing more than bullshit and politics
And shady cats trying to squeeze every dollar out of it
Now everybody′s asking for favors out of the blue
But I don′t break my neck for anyone outside of my crew
I used to walk around the club
Every week feeling foolish
Getting zero amount of love
Trying to hustle my music
And local heads looked at me like I was kidnapping they shine
Acting like it's cool but I know what′s in the back of they minds
Cuz half of the time
These little motherfuckers wouldn't speak
Now they asking me to rhyme
Trying to slide me beats
Now everything changed
And everyone′s a little more friendlier
With hidden agendas
You don't think I remember?

I remember, hell yeah
I remember, don′t you?
I remember, hell yeah
I remember, don't you?
M-Phazes, what
Illmind, D-Minor
And Moonshine, Wax Reform y'all


I′m from a place where local MCs never get applause
Unless they make music for crunk clubs and titty bars
So many people think this music biz isn′t hard
So every other dummy got a label or a business card
You gotta watch these fake Berry Gordy selling dreams
Cuz you could sign your life away
They'll walk away with everything
These clowns need to watch the bullshit they promise people
Little A&R′s with less power than the Amish people
"I can make you a star"
Yeah right, I don't believe it
"Your album′s coming out in March"
Man I'll believe it when I see it
Leave it to some companies, I′ll probably never see the light of day
But Supa is a business man, regardless, I'll find a way
And some of y'all are good cats
But my landlord and baby mom
Don′t wanna hear about my album getting pushed back
I look back, learn from my mistakes and keep making moves
April fools, to anybody thinking I′mma wait for you
I put too much time in it to waste it on people
And have niggas holding me up like K-Swiss sneakers
I'm faced with deceivers every day on the regular, the norm
But I refuse to settle or conform
I came way too far
To let these fifteen seconds of fame slip away
It′s the same shit, a different day
And I ain't gonna change, son
What, you think my memory′s shot?
And I forgot where I came from?

What what
It's like that y′all
Now, class is over
Dismissed