Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
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Sunday, April 19, 2009

Black Ice - Exodus



Click to listen: Black Ice - Exodus

I heard this off Fabolous' album when it first came out. Blew my mind. I mean, I'm no artist. But I know alot of people that are or are trying to be. And when I heard this, I couldn't help but shake my head knowing that I know of people Black Ice is speaking about. This dude hit the nail right on the head with this. Insane. Some of these artists he's referring to needs to re-evaluate their methods. Or maybe like Black Ice says...pick up a book or something. Or fuck it, let him put it in a hook or something. Real Talk!


Black Ice - Exodus lyrics:

My young'ns get it fucked up when ya’ll talk about this game like it’s designed in their favor
Like it ain’t outlined for them to waiver their rights for a lil’ fame
Get in bullshit fights for a lil’ name
To get noticed by some niggas that don’t give two fucks about you
Till you make 'em a few bucks, they doubt you
Tell em’ you don’t do the jives and shucks, and they route you to the shelf
See there’s no money in good health
So they need you to be sick with it, ill content and delivery, niggas
This nation thrives off misery, niggas
So if you ain’t trying to let your hard times increase my wealth
Nigga, keep that progressive shit to yourself
This is the business of buying souls, and we only fuck with those who trying to sell them
See, they may see me as an adversary cuz they know I’m tryin’ to tell them
About the forest of artists who grow only to meet industry axes
How they take a nigga dreams and write then off in their taxes
Contracts is confusing, but don’t worry they’ll appoint the lawyer for you
Whore you
Loan you funds to fuck your soul, make you pay it all back and still maintain control of your stroll, your tracks and your hot ass slow flow
They’ll keep you looking good and all that, but no dough
You see when that get a bitch, they got a bitch
And contrary to popular opinion it ain’t my sistas that switch
It’s my brothers
We the dumb motherfuckers
Hardest niggas in the streets turned industry suckers
Cuz we refused to do the knowledge
Nigga, you can’t learn this music game in the streets or in college
So you betta pick up a book or something
Or fuck it, Black Ice to put it in a hook or something
and hope that you listen to it
Got you pumpin’ that poison while they paint you them illusionary parades and keep pissin’ thru it
You pussies don’t know the price or the sacrifice that this industry makes real niggas walk
F.A.B.O.L.O.U.S Album Number 3 - Real Talk.

For info on Black Ice, visit Black Ice Music on MySpace.