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big rap money makin' - l.a. symphony lyrics

[verse 1]
funky like [?]
meet and greet this
many read for this
point of no return from
mothers we learn follow by example
in every bunch there’s a bad apple
it’s hard to tackle what can be touched
had enough of yourself you become too much
i’m out to lunch
punch in on no clocks
have no sense of time
there’s no need for a watch

means to a end
cease to begin
order of operation needs to reach men
push or pull
sweat like a animal
backwards or forwards
produce obey rules
hold your own
while trying to grab his
capitalize on opportunities ’cause sleep is for kids
climb to the top do whatever it takes
move like machinery we don’t make mistakes

[hook]
for two years straight with no food on the plate
(we make it happen when these n-gg-s start rapping)
in a van on interstate traveling to every state
(we make it happen when these n-gg-s start rapping)
we live the highs and lows and still maintain great
(we make it happen when these n-gg-s start rapping)
and it just don’t stop ’til we take the cake
(who this, captain?)
(big rap money makin’)

[verse 2]
i’m the blue collar scholar
white collared worker
average joe a poet writes his h-ts and tear-jerkers
playwright and novelist stories of nonfiction
[?]
a steel worker clocking in his time card
the guy who works the mines hard and serves for gold he finds hard
the home run hitter with the high rbi
the intelligent spy who keeps his eye on the prize

yeah yeah yeah yeah
i do my work with eight cats in the van down by the river
just a heartfelt giver with every verse that i deliver
to your house and to your ears
to your sister and her peers
i put in too many years and now we’re hearing some cheers
but ain’t no comfort zone
we’re trying to get these hits known
i’m trying to payback that loan so i can build up my home
we gots to keep it moving
ain’t no time for sitting ducks
i guess we’ll travel like trucks and try to earn me some bucks

[verse 3: sareem poems and ?]
i was raised like a muslim
praying to the east
now i connect raps to sp beats
that my brother cookbook makes (for goodness sake)
while i gotta fight to make the concept great
when what i think [?] and dictates faith
and when you blink i’ll peek and t-tle take
’cause buddy i got flows and you got rolls that make a force that quark your whole system pores

yeah hey
still paying bills but broke ain’t nothing funny
i go to the atm it no longer bleeds money
struggle to write thoughts that spin into my device
my manager bails on me but still i sacrifice
it’s really not what you do
more like it’s who you know
explaining why suckers like you are rich but can’t flow
these are never ending story
one after another ’til i renegotiate my contract with warner brothers

- l a symphony lyrics

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