Текст песни Tajai f Goapele - Dedication
Tajai f Goapele - Dedication слова песни
[Tajai]To everyone who bit material and ran with itPunk I see youNone of you can escape my viewTo all the off beat rappers, fuck your lyricsLearn your lyrics for you bust your lyricsEspecially to niggaz who front like they freestylin`With that rearranged rehearsed verse you fuckin lamesThis goes to fake niggaz with corny showsI paid 40 bones just to watch you front and poseTo all these wannabe dyke bitches actin like bitchesAll I wanted was some fire for this weed I twistedTo the cats thinkin they touchin meThat`s absurdOakland, Cali, perhaps you heardTo the so-called theoristsThis here is about vibes and spiritAnd anybody can feel it when they hear itTo the rap criticYou fuckin herbFuck you, your review and your SAT verb[Goapele - chorus]FakersHosersLosersHaters[Tajai]To these ol` new booty rappers screamin` back in the dayYou think old school is Special Ed and Big Daddy KaneTo these video hoes swearin` that you modelsThen why you suckin for cash and gettin fucked with champagne bottlesTo the whiteboy rappersKeep it trueI ain`t forgot, there was a time when yo ass would get mineTo this head claimin freestyle king, write a songI ain`t tryin to hear you rhyme about the crowd all night longTo the wannabe thug, thinkin` cornrows and tatsWould it keep me, from breakin my foot up in yo ass?To these record execs hidin behind contractsWatch ya back, stay strapped, you snakes, you ratsTo these hangers-on and yes menScreamin about the guests listGuess what, you can get this dickTo these revolutionaries who ain`t went to Training DayYou think the block`s innocents can keep you out of harm`s way?[Goapele - chorus][Tajai]To these cowards posin with guns thinkin that`s going to stop meYour soul is now my property, you should`ve shot meTo these half naked hookers, man be starinPut some clothes on then we won`t have nothing to stare atTo these rappin ass show promoters, please don`t flowJust introduce me and collect my doughTo these ol` internet busters, come up and speakIn fact, don`t come up and speak, you might get your ass beatTo the hype man, who don`t know his rapper`s rhymesGot `em runnin` out of breath or leavin` blank spots half the timeTo these cats with these heavy chains heavyweight toolsI went to college I`m tryin to pay to graduate schoolTo these players, these hoe payersYou ain`t a pimp, you a trickWe make `em pay for the dickNow to these hoes that think they gonna get some of my breadI made this money and I`ma keep it right there[Goapele - chorus][Tajai]To these quote an quote underground catsGuess what, you went commercial soon as you sold your first rapTo the stations claimin there where hip hop livesHip hop lives in the streets, you be the dickTo the cat in the crowd who wanna wear a flownWhy don`t you go home or something, you`re a fuckin clownTo these Pac immitators, I hate to be a haterBut he was one of the greatest, and you can never duplicate himTo the dead beat daddies, you`re not a manHow you gone have your kids runnin `round without a dadTo the baby momma`s tryna find a manFind yourself, you got more prince and matters in handTo anyone who got a problem with what I sayThe name is TajaiSend all drama this wayTo these jada folks screamin fuck hip hopFuck you motherfucka, I love hip hop