Bronze Nazareth - Jackin' For Decibels Lyrics

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[** feat. kevlar 7:]

[kevlaar 7:]

You've been at it for years paper pads ink pens*

Studio time in tears not to mention the blood

Sending prayers above the hard times you endured

Through the hip-hop crack you love opening major artist shows

Not looked at us one of the pros you still got us grounds

Being featured on lyricist lounge stretch growth your head pounds

Niggas by your house licking rounds

Praying you'll get the luck to escape the higher ground

'cause you're growing and the people is liking your sound

They think you're a new star found you got the unsigned hype

Niggas try to bite but they don't know with a couple of more shows

We'll see how the ticket sales grow

Your time is coming you're eager to sign to a label

Any one would do as long they're paying you

And the box is playing you

You thinking you're blowing up

But your money this small time company is fucking up

I want my money where's my check? (next week)

That's what you said last week and the week before that see

(to this i don't anyone would pay you)

Dude fuck this label i'm jacking you and give me the safe to

I should shoot you in the temple but i just bust you in the leg duke

Pop! attempted murder eating soy bean burgers and lifting weights

Three years may 27th your release date

I'm gon' get off on a new foot job ap and believe in music

Go home and write lyrics my write hand i abuse it

Y'all took my pride and bruised it crooked record company fable's

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Be smart with my heart and chose some much more respectable label

Careful don't let the conniver label bullet graze you

[bronze nazareth:]

I never knew that this life would be so hard

Music fuse width from the contention of vocal cords

I hope to define morals with this weapon stronger than the sword

But my knees i've bruised for praying to the lord for a re-cause

Somehow my piece of mind turned to your piece of mind

Wanted first of the month just from hype unsigned

But shit is hectic my wrist laggered off from writing the message

Five mics my innerceptic but i'm my own skeptic

You're paying me to pay you back after laying my intelligence on wax

When it's this level i strive to perform that

Man fuck that! i guess i just gotta go independent

Since you're talking this bullshit while you're pushing me back 'til december

And i'm the most venomous lyricist you could remember

Had a five star album done in one fucking week

Got your manager and ceos kissing my ass cheek

But now the outlook is bleak bitch ass turned to a new leaf

Got a nigga who could make bitches dance instead of spitting verbal heat

What the fuck is that? thought we was down niggas with rap?

Now i'm burning on the back 'cause you wife wants a singing contract

She'll blast you clack-clack hold on let me put this hammer back

You are not worth never reaching my object

Just gimme my last check and i'll leave with my respect

And i might not blow up 'cause the parties my tracts won't show up

But i'm content with lyrics that keep minds from corrupt

What? what? what? *echo*

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