The Artist Pays The Price

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(How do you think it would feel to go around the world in a day?) [Chorus] The artist pays the price so you won't have to pay (Around the world in a day) If only we would listen to what they have to say We all go through changes to get to where we're going We have to learn a life of sacrifice (yeah, yeah, yeah) To keep on growin' Yeah, Life is for learnin Remember this And learn from life Think about the players in the past who died in sacrifice Some died in wars for a country that oppressed them Some died preachin' prayin' for God to bless them I am one of the blessed, born to bring the world poetry Hip-hop, musically' expressing what's inside of me Some find me entertaining. Some find me marketable. A potential Black millionaire so that makes me target-able. Low-life's and fork-tongued devils get easy access. Flashin' me faces, making empty promises. Soggy niggas sign contracts and make deals, Rappin' bout who they killed, Talking bout they keeping it real. Hardcore homicidal, kingpins of the century Need to quit rappin' and leave this shit to the real M-C's. But ain't no chance Opposing forces got the upper hand. Do as they command to keep them from suffering. [Chorus] See, I don't know everything But my opinion I will voice As long as I can choose I'll choose the right or the wrong choice. Addicted to Hip-hop beats And hoes that can't stay out the streets. Tryin' to make a dollar Without a nigga havin' to rob and cheat. Got me hustling Twenty-four-seven, Three-sixty-five Coast to coast Mic-checkin' Keeping the party alive Engrave my name in the minds of those Who bob to this Slang and rob to this Jack and rob to this Herbs and meditation made a pill when I put it down But individual perception will change each phrase around Different towns Ain't none of this shit like Orange Mound Players unified, digging on my mellow sound Exec's Get big ole fat checks For makin' deals While soldiers like me in the fields Down there getting killed When this is all over If I could do it again, I do it twice Before and after me, the artist will always pay the price [Chorus] The industry Full of broke niggas tryin' to make a comeback Rappin' bout that bullshit Over them weak-ass tracks Judging me When around the globe, ain't nothing the same Think how the world would be if none of this hit had ever changed Ain't like it used to be when hip-hop belonged to you and me Shit got sugar coated' modified for tv Niggas like me, don't give a fuck about commercial air time Forced underground, ain't nothing commercial bout my rhymes Rather be broke or slinging dope than hold my tongue back Niggas who put on acts get they ass beat up and jacked I'm not a killer' just a poet tryin to survive, nigga Given the choice to ride or die, I chose to ride, nigga I'm paying the price for all the real M-C's after me Be a artist, not a slave for the industry I'm paying the price for all the real M-C's after me Be a artist, not a slave for the industry [Chorus] Full of them trees On them Hennesy's Fuckin' with them G's