Bliss n Eso - Lights Camera Action lyrics

This is dedicated to the emcee that
Struggles with the funds and
Most of his shows
You can count the crowd on one hand
He's straight up ill with every
Tune that he's played, he wrote
But barely even gets played
On Community radio
And he ain't got a label, he rolls dolo
Pressing up his own shit and
Doing his own promo
He holds no dough, like an old hobo
They think he's so loco

But oh no, no, he's like a lone Frodo
That won't give up
Through any turn of the weather
Even though the road is slow
He's still determined as ever
Until he's churning out cheddar
Because his flow is butter


He gotta get exposed like he
Needs to blow his cover
They start to feel his vibe
'cause his rhyming is hot
So the deal arrives and he
Just signs on the dot it started so simply
All about the words that you say
But now there's jerks that are paid
Off his works that are played
And he ain't getting shit
Just a few perks of the trade
He sees a real industry and
What lurks in the shade
'Cause everything he worked for
The struggle to build

The love and the skill
Ain't worth shit next to a couple of mill
So he sit's back, feels lame, jaded and old
The game is taking it's toll
The fame's raping his soul of the industry
'cause they forgot that this is art
The aim was breaking the mould
Not trying to fit the part
But, if he, spit's it smart
He can hit the heart
He only got one dart and he
Ain't gonna miss the mark
Creative control, only a few who are found
Completely credible music but with
That lucrative sound
It goes, lights, camera, action
You're on son you wanna rhyme but are you in
It for the long run?
'Cause you dream about platinum on this mic
Best, wake the fuck up
It don't happen overnight
It goes, lights, camera, action
You're on son you wanna rhyme but are you in
It for the long run?
'Cause you dream about platinum on this mic
Best, wake the fuck up
It don't happen overnight

This is dedicated to the MC
Who lives in the spotlight
With teeth shown from hunger like
Dogs in a cockfight
They're frightened by his freedom so
They call the police
But he's the one who wakes you up
When you're falling asleep
That kid with an idea, who catches the bus
Who writes life through his eyes
That's attached to a brush
And he paints the world
Exactly how he sees it
And if rhyming is a secret I don't know
How he keeps it
But believe me it's some deep shit
And these kids all relate
You can't see it but you feel it
Like a kick in the face
And when he grows up, shit
So will his rhymes

Time after time again he'll keep
Blowing your mind his flow is divine
Just a young buck with a curse
He sets fire to a cypher
With a couple of words
Man he's out for the cause
Man he's out there on tours
Trying to visit your town there's no
Bringing him down
So, get ready for the ride of your life
Trying to maintain but have a
Slice of the pie it's a damn shame
That their life has a price
But they can't touch me or tell me
What to rhyme on this mic
So I rhyme what I like
Trying to bring that love back
Wild, and young and hard like a rugrat
Still walking in the club packed
Yelling "where the bud at?"
Living like the underdog who promised
That he'd come back

It goes, lights, camera, action
You're on son you wanna rhyme but are you in
It for the long run?
'Cause you dream about platinum on this mic
Best, wake the fuck up
It don't happen overnight
It goes, lights, camera, action
You're on son you wanna rhyme but are you in
It for the long run?
'Cause you dream about platinum on this mic
Best, wake the fuck up
It don't happen overnight