Flow Business by The Other Guys Lyrics
[Hook]
Underground or mainstream
It's all the same shit
Neither one claim me so why should I claim it
I'm an emcee
Better yet a musician
Drop facts when I rap
Sit back you listen
[Verse 1]
Build ya skills keep it real
Once you're ill, get a deal
Yeah, that's what they tell you
If they can't sale you, rhymes will fail you
Like college professors, this knowledge will stress you
Like shitty roommates, a pity some make
This so artistic, but y'all gone miss it
'Cause they dont spit shit that's dance specific
For radio hit lists, everyone gets this
But change won't happen, 'cause the same folks rapping
'Bout their jewelry and nothing that's new to me
Usually start out being loud mouths
About the rap game and how it's so lame
Then do the same thing when they get put on
I can't say it's wrong, 'cause when you stay on
Your grind for so long, you'll do what it takes
To get that break, even if it's fake
'Cause you want that cake
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Some write verses, bullshit or biblical
Positive or cynical, lyrical or criminal
Like George Zimmerman, then again most of us
Talk to much, like black celebs
With the fattest heads
Don't rap for bread, I rap instead
To get some bread on the table like salt and basil
Talk is fatal if the words you use
Are good enough, I'm too in touch
To spew some stuff for the common man
I know I can, but the flow's too bland
Like vegan cooking and emceees are looking
I'mma make this good 'til they hate my hood
Say he fake and should get raped in woods
By bears and lycans, but I don't like them
Either at all, neither that's all
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Make dope music, no one gives two shits
Unless you crew with someone on the whose list
If no one knows you, then they won't show you
Respect you deserve for schlepping these words
I guess I'm perturbed that we can't get heard
When we send emails to blogs in detail
For simple write ups in hopes they like us
But they're just biased if they don't try us
'Cause we don't get burn by other sources
Of course this forces us to point out
And scream and shout most of these websites
That swear they so tight, show the same shit
That's already famous or close as it can be
Without a grammy, so understand me
They loved rap like they say they do
Shouldn't be so hard for them to play us too
[Hook]
Underground or mainstream
It's all the same shit
Neither one claim me so why should I claim it
I'm an emcee
Better yet a musician
Drop facts when I rap
Sit back you listen
[Verse 1]
Build ya skills keep it real
Once you're ill, get a deal
Yeah, that's what they tell you
If they can't sale you, rhymes will fail you
Like college professors, this knowledge will stress you
Like shitty roommates, a pity some make
This so artistic, but y'all gone miss it
'Cause they dont spit shit that's dance specific
For radio hit lists, everyone gets this
But change won't happen, 'cause the same folks rapping
'Bout their jewelry and nothing that's new to me
Usually start out being loud mouths
About the rap game and how it's so lame
Then do the same thing when they get put on
I can't say it's wrong, 'cause when you stay on
Your grind for so long, you'll do what it takes
To get that break, even if it's fake
'Cause you want that cake
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Some write verses, bullshit or biblical
Positive or cynical, lyrical or criminal
Like George Zimmerman, then again most of us
Talk to much, like black celebs
With the fattest heads
Don't rap for bread, I rap instead
To get some bread on the table like salt and basil
Talk is fatal if the words you use
Are good enough, I'm too in touch
To spew some stuff for the common man
I know I can, but the flow's too bland
Like vegan cooking and emceees are looking
I'mma make this good 'til they hate my hood
Say he fake and should get raped in woods
By bears and lycans, but I don't like them
Either at all, neither that's all
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Make dope music, no one gives two shits
Unless you crew with someone on the whose list
If no one knows you, then they won't show you
Respect you deserve for schlepping these words
I guess I'm perturbed that we can't get heard
When we send emails to blogs in detail
For simple write ups in hopes they like us
But they're just biased if they don't try us
'Cause we don't get burn by other sources
Of course this forces us to point out
And scream and shout most of these websites
That swear they so tight, show the same shit
That's already famous or close as it can be
Without a grammy, so understand me
They loved rap like they say they do
Shouldn't be so hard for them to play us too
[Hook]