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the artist pays the price - 8ball lyrics

how do you think it would feel to go around the world in a day? [repeat]

[chorus:]
the artist pays the price so you won’t have to pay
(around the world in a day)
if only we would listen to what they have to say
we all go through changes to get to where we’re going
we have to learn a life of sacrifice (yeah, yeah, yeah) to keep on growin’

yeah
life is for learnin
remember this
and learn from life
think about the players in the past who died in sacrifice
some died in wars for a country that oppressed them
some died preachin—prayin for god to bless them
i am one of the blessed, born to bring the world poetry
hip-hop, musically—expressing what’s inside of me
some find me entertaining. some find me marketable
a potential black millionaire so that makes me targetable
low-lifes and fork-tongued devils get easy access
flashin me faces, making empty promises
soggy n-ggas sign contracts and make deals
rappin bout who they k!lled
talking bout they keeping it real
hardcore homicidal, kingpins of the century
need to quit rappin and leave this sh-t to the real mc’s
but ain’t no chance
opposing forces got the upper hand
do as they command to keep them from suffering

[chorus]
see, i don’t know everything
but my opinion i will voice
as long as i can choose
i’ll choose the right or the wrong choice
addicted to hip-hop beats
and hoes that can’t stay out the streets
tryin to make a dollar
without a n-gga havin to rob and cheat
got me hustling
twenty-four-seven
three-sixty-five
coast to coast
mic-checkin
keeping the party alive
engrave my name in the minds of those
who bob to this
slang and rob to this
jack and rob to this
herbs and meditation made a pill when i put it down
but individual perception will change each phrase around
different towns
ain’t none of this sh-t like orange mound
players unified, digging on my mellow sound
exec’s
get big ole fat checks
for makin deals
while soldiers like me in the fields
down there getting k!lled
when this is all over
if i could do it again, i do it twice
before and after me, the artist will always pay the price

[chorus]
the industry
full of broke n-ggas tryin to make a comeback
rappin bout that bullsh-t
over them weak–ss tracks
judging me
when around the globe, ain’t nothing the same
think how the world would be if none of this hit had ever changed
ain’t like it used to be when hip-hop belonged to you and me
sh-t got sugar coated—modified for tv
n-ggas like me, don’t give a f-ck about commercial air time
forced underground, ain’t nothing commercial bout my rhymes
rather be broke or slinging dope than hold my tongue back
n-ggas who put on acts get they -ss beat up and jacked
i’m not a k!ller—just a poet tryin to survive, n-gga
given the choice to ride or die, i chose to ride, n-gga
i’m paying the price for all the real mc’s after me
be a artist, not a slave for the industry
i’m paying the price for all the real mc’s after me
be a artist, not a slave for the industry

[chorus]
full of them trees
on them hennesy’s
f-ckin with them g’s

- 8ball lyrics

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