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[Verse 1]
No [F]more, sergeant!
I guess settle down, Mark.
Settle [Fm]down![F][Fm]
[F][Fm][F]
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It's [F]the violet of the
[Fm]It's the [F]violet of [Fm]the summer,
It's the [F]violet of [Fm]the summer,
It's the [F]violet [Fm]of the
[F]Man, [Fm]I can't under[F]stand it,
How idiotic records go gold,
And why you grow,
Making music for a twelve year old,
Or why you'd ever rap rhymes
your producer wrote,
Or claim a style that a child
hits just ain't dope
It seems like everything I wanted
was to be an emcee
[Fm]But [F]it ain't about skills in the industry
[Fm]A lot of pla[F]tinum artists
can't even rap decently
A lot of bullshit fills up all
my frequen[C]cies
[Fm]The kind t[F]hat[Fm]
Correlated [F]to a dodo
cause this shit [C]ain't fly
You [Fm]never [F]make it in a battle
That's why you don't try
You just keep switching up your style
as the years go by
[C]You [Fm]know the [F]time
Always mackin' and they
polka -dockin'
Next year they always packin'
So chumps [Fm]stay clear
Three [F]months ago,
you was old school masters
Next thing you know,
you're just some low -down bas[C]tards
It's the [F]Rappin' for money,
rappin' for the [Fm]money
It's [F]Rappin' for the money
You're not on your way or my way
[Fm]It's the [F]Rappin' for the money
Rappin' for the money,
rap[Fm]pin' [F]for the [Fm]money
It's [F]the Rappin' for the money
[Fm]A .K .A.[F] Sel[Fm]lo, th[F]e rapper[Eb] for t[C]his
Pre[F]tending my style,
this shit is sliced like a sword
Keep it real, it's a fact,
shit I'm asking overboard,
I'm on a fjord tour
With the loft, my man,
go anywhere, sell anything
Get paid as fast as we can
Your whole structure's fucked up
Corrupt from the get -up,
inventing new forms of payola
To turn the bullshit [C]up,
sending [F]derriere through the airwaves
Your praise to God are
whacking like luster
Your buster bet[C]ter muster
up some [F]credibility
Your inability to come off or get
one open is apparent
[C]Transparing all your [F]skills
because you ain't got one skill
I wish you'd take one pill too many
I'll pull a Grand Slam like Denny's,
[E]you'll get your pen[F]nies from hell
But five cents for a thousand [Fm]plays
[F]is too much
You came by this thing,
got the whack [E]touch,
won't stay [Dm]Mack much
You're [F]losing,
you should've been perusing your scriptures
Now all you get is booze [C]once I reach ya,
it's a
[F]It's dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar
Wrapped in gold and money,
wrapped in gold and [Fm]money
It's [F]dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar
And now that you have my money
[Fm]It's the dolla[F]r dollar dollar
dollar [Fm]dollar
[F]Wrapped in gold and money,
wrapped in gold an[C]d money
[F]I u[C]sed
[Fm]to l[F]ove
New York in the spring
[Dm]Run and deal with the king[F]s
and emcees did their own [C]things
Now [F]it's the fall of this hip -hop art
Because what was in the charts
got more important [Fm]than
the hearts and the soul
[F]From the start the who[Fm]le shebang
[F]Wasn't related to no gangs
It had that dang, diggi[C]dang, g'dang
But things changed
when the major labels [F]got arrested
In[Fm]terested,
and [F]now the [C]music [Fm]gets molested
[F]To be ingested,
for millions like a hamburger
Punks pull guns,
but cre[Fm]ativity's [C]what's mur[Fm]der
[F]When you strike the pose
Rapping bout [Fm]bitches,
riches and tootsie rolling [F]hoes
But can't con[Fm]trol your flow,
so you [F]dip, dip, dive
Commercialize,
you got an image and a gimmick
But it's all a dis[C]guise
You try to [F]recognize the real,
but realize [Fm]the wreck
You need [F]to respect hip
-hop instead of a [C]check
It's [F]time for sell -off, bop -bop
Rappin' for the money,
rap[Fm]pin' for the money
It's [F]time for the sell -off, bop -bop
You're not a true hip -hop [Fm]person
It's [F]forever
Forever [Fm]Forever
[F]Forever[C]
[Fm]Forever
Forever [F]Forever[Fm][F]
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[C][F][C][F]
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You can ask your ex
to keep the props with him at all times, but, oh no,
they left everything in the bathroom
and it was you guys worked
that out oh yeah
but the funny thing on this poor actor
he's really known for bringing his props the day before
he was auditioning at his agent's place for a movie
and he was practicing outside
and he was supposed to be a gangster
so he had this toy gun
he was practicing with
and somebody outside their neighborhood saw
him and sent the police on him with his guts
when it ended up happening.
No, they just said, yeah,
watch using your props
and practicing outside.