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Verse 1
[q-tip]
Let me tell you 'bout the snakesthe fakesthe lies
The highs at all of these industry shing-dings
Where you see the pretty girls
In the high animated world
Checkin' for a rapper with all the dough
If you take a shit they want to know
And if you're gonna fallthey won't be aroundy'all
So you still wanna do the show business?
And you think that you got what it takes?
I mean you really gotta rap and be all that
And prepare yourself for the breaks
Check it out!
Do you wanna be in the business? (the business)
The ups and downs with the hoes (the business)
Always gettin' fronted on at shows (the business)
People gotta stick their nose (in the business)
Verse 2
[q-tip]
YoI gotta speak on the cesspool
It's the rap industry and it ain't that cool
Only if you're on stage or if you're speakin' to your people
Ain't no-one your equal
Especially on the industry side
Don't let the games just glide
Right through your fingersyou gotta know the deal
So lord jamar speakbecause you're real...
[lord jamar]
They're givin' you the business and puttin' on a show
You're a million dollar man that ain't got no dough
But you got a ho tickets backstage to a show
Sedated and at that fact they elated
Time pass and your ass say "where's my loot? "
The reply is a kick in the ass from a leg and a boot
All you wanna do is taste the fruit
But in the back they're makin' fruit juice
You ask for slack and wanna get cut loose from the label
Not able cos you signed at the table
For a pretty cash advancenow they got a song and dance
That you didn't recoupmore soup wit' ya meal?
Cos this is the real when you get a record deal
And I say...
[phife]
Aw....shuckslook what the cat hauled in
It's phife dawg from a tribe called questlet me begin
Like chuck dI got so much trouble on my mind
'bout these no-talent artists gettin' signedthey can't rhyme
And if that ain't badyou got bootleggers
Goin' out like suckersmotherfuckers
Feel it's time that I let loose the lion
And if not that then I'll commence to head flyin'
Seems in '91 everybody want a rhyme
And then you go and sell my tape for only $5.99?
Please niggaI've worked too hard for this
No more will I take the booty end of the stick
Bogus brothers makin' albums when they know they can't hack it
Cos they lyrics is played like 8-ball jackets
Now tell me I can't tear it up
Go get yourself some toilet paper cos your lyrics is butt
Do you wanna be in the business? (the business)
People can't walk a straight line in (the business)
Some of these brothers can't rhyme in (the business)
A-yoI'm tryna get mine (the business)
Verse 3
[sadat x]
The party scene is coolbut then again it's all the same
You see the same facesbut at different places
When you're up and ridin' high everything is palsy-palsy
Get a million pounds and all the skins give you hugs
Well that's coolI can dig itit really ain't my bag
Prefer to max on the side and let my pants sag
"ohhe's a cutie"yeahreal cute
But I wasn't that cute when I didn't have no loot
Although I hit a pound of herbs I'm still nice with the verbs
So fuck what you heard
The born ciphercipher master makes me think much faster
But critics still continue to plaster
My name and discredit my fame
All that shit is game
And I don't really give a damn
Eat from the tree of life and throw away the verbal ham
[diamond d]
Wellexcuse meI gotta add my two cents in
Don't be alarmedthe rhyme was condensed in
A matter of minutes so it must be told
All that glitters' not gold
Everybody wants a dealhelp me make a demo
See my name in bright lightsride around in a limo
My moms keeps beefin' ("boyget a job")
But I wanna make jamsdamnI know I'll slam
Huhwell it's not that easy
You gotta get a label that's willin' and able
To market and promoteand you better hope
(for what? ) that the product is dope
Take it from diamondit's like mountain climbin'
When it comes to rhymin' you gotta put your time in
Get a good lawyer so problems won't pile
You don't wanna make a pitch that's wild.