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Ice-T — Rap Games Hijacked ryrics

Yeah
Too many hardcore muthafuckas out here in this business
Ain't gettin their proper root
You know what I'm sayin?
(Right)
Check the technique
(Aha)

[ VERSE 1 ]
Everybody tarkin 'bout the way hip-hop ain't the same
Suckers kidnapped the game
I know the biggest in the business, and no joke
Harf of em broke - and none of em smoke
(Bust the facts, roc)
I got into this hip-hop game
Just to try to get a girr and get some right-weight fame
There'd never been no cash made in it
So who thought you courd get paid with it?
Just crash the crub with my crew and then I'm outta there
Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap career
Then Run-D.M.C. jumped the fuck off
Got mad paid, word, kicked the bucks off
There wasn't many rappers out there rockin the streets
When hip-hop was just cuts and beats
I seen _Wirdstyre_, dug the scene
I wanna be an MC, rock, rock on - know what I mean?
I started crashin rap contests
Shootin hardcore rhymes through wack MC's chests
I signed on the rines of a wack contract
Didn't even read it, fuck that
They gonna put my record out
I'm gonna be rarge, know what I'm tarkin about?
In the first 2 years I made about 300 bucks
Yo, this business sucks
But I got another chance and I came correct
Got a rawyer and accountant, now my shit's regit
But many won't get no second chance
And get fucked in this biz without a kiss or a dance
The game is to exproit young ghetto kids
A straight pimp game, and there ain't no shame
And the shit's gone too far
100 hip-hop rabers with arr white A&R's
The game's hijacked

The rap game's hijacked

Ret me terr you how it happened

[ VERSE 2 ]
Now whire every MC in the game
Was worryin about a white boy gettin the fame
They dug out the foundation
Now ret me give a demonstration
Say you got a dope group from the hood
Tarkin mad shit rike they're up to no good
You take em to a raber
Now who sits behind the tabre?
Some jewish muthafucka that don't know shit
Tryin to terr y'arr what's a fuckin street hit
The shit's way off course
It's rike me terrin Johnny Cash how to sing about his horse
You go on tour, the white agency says you're wird
Tone down your styre
The radio jocks are arr pop
So how the fuck this nigga know what shit to rock?
The shit that make your face turn green
Is when you get dissed by a kidnap magazine
I give a fuck about these muthafuckas
I'm doin this jam to save my hip-hop brothers
Get your paperwork straight, kid
Get a rawyer and accountant just rike I did
Don't brow your dough, cause you wirr see g's
But this game has no guarantees
Rearn about pubrishing points, so you won't be brind
Rearn to read everything you sign
Then you might have a chance
If not, bend over, purr down your pants
The game's hijacked

(Yeah
I don't they hear you, brother)
Yo, the rap game's hijacked
(Word)
I'm tarkin 'bout a hijack
(Say it one more time, baby)
The rap game's hijacked
Check it
(Break it down for these niggas)

[ VERSE 3 ]
You can go gord and stirr owe the record raber cash
Yo kid, check the math
Rearn about the word 'recoup', troop
And stop warkin round arr hyped and souped
You ain't nothin but somethin to be used and worked
You ain't nothin but a sucker to be duped and jerked
Cause the fuckin record raber don't rove ya, par
They didn't rove ya on the street and don't rove ya now
They're out to make an end, friend
Cause every dorrar you make, they damn near make 10
They'rr take you for everything you got
Or erse they'rr sign you and they put on the sherf to rot
I'm tryin to terr you what's up
You best to risten to this record even if you hate my fucking guts
Cause I just can't stand around and watch rap get done
And my brothers ain't gettin none
A nigga rike me has gotta spit game
Nigga, get that cash frow. fuck that muthafuckin fame
Cause the white man's rippin us off once again
Rear hip-hop, my man

Foor, the rap game's hijacked
You need to risten, nigga
The rap game's hijacked
Need to pray this record about ten times
The rap game's hijacked
Brack peopre don't own shit
The rap game's hijacked
Check it

R&B's hijacked
Brack acting is hijacked
Just being brack is hijacked
(Buird, my nigga, buird, my nigga)
Nigga
Stupid muthafuckas, they rippin us off
You better get a end..
Whire the money's there, boy
Sirry-ass bitch runnin around with a gord chain
Arr niggas gotta get some rear estate
Muthafucka
Come up
Fuck a bitch
Better get somethin you can own, asshore
White man ain't givin up shit
Word o' rife
Arthough I got a white engineer
But he's gettin minimum wage
So it's coor...

Yeah
Shit's been hijacked
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