The Rap Biz (feat. Young Sin)

Yo, I'm a fucking hustla
 But I ain't slanging coke
 I'm slanging banging tracks
 To kids, their calling it dope
 Truth is this biz
 Ain't got enough so
 To clean my fucking mouth
 After spitting what I wrote
 Another mothafucka
 Undiscovered by a label
 Over motivated, medicated, unstable
 While other mothafuckas
 Getting videos on cable
 Paying for their dues
 Putting G's up on the table
 Sick to my stomach
 Full-time Nine to Five
 Still I've only ever had
 Enough to survive, I
 Break my fucking back
 Just to lace another track
 I used to smoke crack
 Till I learned to fucking rap
 Ain't got enough money
 To take a fucking crap
 Yo this shit ain't funny
 Yo my brains about to snap
 If it don't happen soon
 Then I don't get ahead
 And I stop making tunes
 Just consider me dead!
 (2: Young Sin)
 Can you get closer to clearer
 Than smoke in the mirror
 Broken to feel this
 We pushing' more dope
 Than the dealers
 Cuz I stay up on my rap shit
 It's for my niggas
 That don't have shit
 Come up with skills and that's it
 Ain't got no classy video
 I put it down for my city though
 Broke, and still pulling pretty ho's
 Never paying for no feature
 The creature over these beats
 From the streets
 Who'd just rather fucking eatcha
 The rap game full of half lame homos
 The souped up budgets and fast lane promos
 Ya airbrushed photos, ya hype, ya produca's
 The truth is you still couldn't
 Tell me where the booth is
 I be the real McCoy
 If I didn't have a job
 I'd still feel employed
 This Hip Hop's my right
 And if you wanna be
 Taking it from me
 Ya better be taking my life
 Sucka!