Dog Fight (w/ Kyle Lucas)
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So you wanna be a rapper huh?
I don't think you understand whatchu gettin yourself into
Yeah ok this industry's a dog fight
Holler from my pitbulls
Watchem as they rip through
Gnaw on your muscle tissue
But you just wanna rhyme
You thinkin what's the issue?
Cause now you feel helpless
Like damn what I get into?
So welcome to the yard slot
First you feel like on top
Rappers tend to change
When chains found in a pawn shop
Whatchu expect
When your coops repossess
Cause you failed to recoup
All that money labels lent
But you learn from your mistakes man
It happens to the best of us
I had to sign two bad deals
Before I stepped it up
I was 21 thinkin I would outlast
Every other Em-C cause I signed to outkast, shit
Aint' happened how I planned it when my band disbanded
I felt stranded like they left me in the outback
Toured this whole country for years
Pounded the pavement
Gained fans, paid dues
Still I couldn't pay rent
Feeling depressed
As I analyse the evidence
Workin two jobs, yeah
Before I play Letterman, damn
Reality hurts but thats what happens
When you rappin' and you start to put that salary first
Ok, it's time to regroup
Re-evaluate, debate and wait man, it's time to reboot
And now I'm blessed to even get a second chance
Truthfully, that's only due to the strength from my fans
Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou
Welcome to the dogfight
Where best friends and enemies are all alike
For every single thing that you have
You give them your whole life
Pour your heart onto the page and spit it into a mic
Welcome to the dogfight
Where best friends and enemies are all alike
If for every single fan that you have
You give them your whole life
Pour your heart onto the page and spit it into a mic
When I was 13 it was hip-hop first thing
Wanted my own team
Wanted to be picked first string
Studying my words
I was cultivating my craft
Trying to harness the energy
I thought other Em-C's lacked
Recorded a bunch of demo's
Thought my shit was heat
Was addicted to Rock Hammond
Young Em-C
My technique became refined
I kept pluggin away
Wasn't concerned with my image
Was worried about word play
What the words say
I'm screaming fuck every record label
What you know I really wanted success
In the worst way
Finally got my first chance in 99'
With a local label man
I was braggin that I was signed
I was readin all the books about the business I could find
Tryin' to educate myself but when I got my chance to shine, well
That was naive of me cause when when it fell
It led validity to all the people who didn't believed in me
Fast forward to 05'
Drop my first national release
Damn, critics ate me alive
I never did this for acceptance
Or expected to thrive
But nowadays
My definition of success is to survive
You think I'm tired after nearly 20 years on the grind
But I remember tradin hard labor for studio time
I remember figuring out who I was in these rhymes
And I would scribble on my pad and without em' I'm not alive
Welcome to the dogfight
Where best friends and enemies are all alike
For every single thing that you have
You give them your whole life
Pour your heart onto the page and spit it into a mic
Welcome to the dogfight
Where best friends and enemies are all alike
If for every single fan that you have
You give them your whole life
Pour your heart onto the page and spit it into a mic