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lights camera action (phazed out)

This is dedicated to the MC

The struggles with the funds and

Most of his shows, you can count the crowd on one hand

He shred a bill with every tune that he's played, we roll

But barley even gets played on Community radio

And he 'aint got a label, he rolls dollo

Pressing up his own shit

And doing his own promo

He owes no dough

Like an old hobo

They think he's solo, go

But oh no no

He's like a lone Frodo

That won't give up

That when he turn at the weather

Even though the road is slow he's still determined as ever

Until he's churning out cheddar

Because he's flow is butter

He gotta get exposed like he needs to blow his cover

They start to feel his vibe

Cuz his rhyming is hot

So the deal arrives, and he just signs on the dot

It started so simply, all about the words that you say

But now the jerks that are paid off his works that are played

And he aint getting shit, just a few perks of the trade

He sees a real industry, and what lurks in the shade

Cuz everything he worked for the struggle, the bill the love and the skill

Aint worth shit next to a couple of mill.

So he sits back, feels lame, cheated and old

The games taking its toll, the fames raping he's soul

Of the industry, cuz they forgot that this is art

The aim was breaking the mould, not tryna fit the part

But if he spits it smart, he can hit the heart

He only got one dart, he aint gonna miss the mark

Creative control, only a few who are found

Completely credible music, but with that lucrative sound

[Chorus]It goes, Lights, camera, action (your on son)

You wanna rhyme but are you in it for the long run

Cuz you dream about platinum on this mic

Best, wake the fuck up, it don't happen overnight man

[X2]This is dedicated to the MC

Who lives in the spotlight.

Loti shown from hunger

Like dogs in a cock-fight

They're frightened by his freedom, so they call the police

But he's the one who wakes you up, when you've fallen asleep

That kid with an idea, who catches the bus

Who writes life through his eyes, that's attached to a brush

And he paints the world, exactly how he sees it

And if rhyming is a secret, I dunno how he keeps it

But believe me its some deeps shit, and these kids'll relate

Can't see it, but you feel it like a kick in the face

And when he grows up, shit so will he's rhymes

Time after time, again he'll keep blowing ya mind

He's flow is divine, just a young buck with a curse

He sets fire to a cipher, with just a couple of words

Man he's out for the cause, man he's out their on tours

Tryna visit ya town, there's no bringing him down

So, get ready for the ride of your life, tryna maintain but have a slice of the pie

It's a dam shame, that their life has a price

But they can't touch me or tell me what to rhyme on this mic

So I rhyme what I like, tryna bring that love back

Wild, and young and hard like a rugrat

Still walking in the club packed, yelling where the bar at?

Livin' like the underdog that promised that he'd come back.

[Chorus]It goes, Lights, camera, action (your on son)

You wanna rhyme but are you in it for the long run

Cuz you dream about platinum on this mic

Best, wake the fuck up, it don't happen overnight man

[X2]

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