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shrink rap - smyth lyrics

shrink met his moment of truth when he encountered the madvillains
maraudin and pimpin wantin power and fast livin
malibu to atl, they took him above the underground
ransacked his jewels now today’s people wonder how
it happened, so i’ll start the story at square one
b4.da.$$ son sought glory like hair cuts
trimmin the excess, sweatin the freshness
said he would stress less by reppin’ his bench press
the bars off his chest was the main ingredient
to stardom mos def was a lane he reasoned with
but he stayed unseen scribin lines in his diary
to one day be free in his mind entirely
how everything changed took some by surprise
cause his mantra rearranged and became doe or die
from mind over matter to matter over mind
lost the blueprint to his movement in the bright white lights
he dropped out of college 99 or 01
had two many blackouts!, missed education
left it undun cause he needed the fast cash
inhaled the voodoo without a gas mask
his focus strayed and began to decay
tryna turn labor days into ways of pay
bigger rap platforms to get more love
built his lab in a cabin somewhere in california
more bucks he thought, ridin’ caddy’s with playaz
hit the illadelph with the 36 chambers
live life thru the camera, stackin’ fat papers
get eye’d in the phantom by the bad neighbors
the labels, strategized profit, concoctin’
they promised there’d be ladies like water for chocolate
plus a discography, directors of photography
top notch quality, control of his artistry
but see the best part, he didn’t need the hooks bright
they said, “resurrect art, fight the good fight”
amplified low end, acquirin’ p-sswords
to chill below the heavens with messiahs and masters

where was i? …oh yes
all eyes on he weather or not the best
plans to expand the funky man’s kollages were set
you gotta understand the knowledge they ain’t let him kollect
it was an ill-matriculation in all of the shaded spaces
where they often lost their patience tryna find what’s gotta make ends
they’d create a plot to place his soul and brain on lock
derailin’ his train of thought to temporarily make him hot
snakes that sought… power in numbers
what could break that chart with a sound for the younger
ears that adhered to the sweet treats high & rising
all his peers would sneer at what they might be devising
but he enta’d da stage with no journal to share
cause the madvillains stole it thru internal affairs
all the hurt and despair up in his verses and prayers was now
further instrumental for em to purchase his flair
but he wasn’t trippin, they could have his writtens
he was aqueminihilistic bout the villain ventriloquists
they were bringin’ him to showbiz, or so he was told kid
they’d get him a gold hit, no chance it would mold quick
he could harvest words that’d make markets curve
produce large returns like it ain’t hard to earn
keep amerykah on lock with a dummy tight fist
but when the single dropped it went something like this

give me that money, give me that cash
give me that money better make it real fast
give me that money, give me that cash
give me that money better make it real fast

the pinata crashed, saw the kids go buck
they scrambled for handfuls of brown sugar and donuts
a gold rush struck, he knew he’d need not a cold verse
pretty much stuffed his liquid sword in his holster
but hold up, next came a lotta pain and toothaches
cause industry gods worked an operation doomsday
got him where they needed him to do their thing swiftly
brought him in with teases duly plotted 360
dealings revealing the best pimps of the payroll
cause pardon a few, the bread winner’s the label
so it’s hot potato to the new ascendant of the trend
and as soon as they catch it, beginnin’ of the end

- smyth lyrics

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