Immortal Technique, Domingo - Street Hustle lyrics
[Immortal Technique, Domingo - Street Hustle lyrics]
I see a lot of muthafuckaz
Talk about getting money
All my life I see niggas
Talk rich and cry broke
I know some of you niggas is starving
You know the industry fucked up right now
Record sales in the toilet
Executives scared to lose they job
You can never hide the
Truth from Immortal Technique
Niggas is happy to sell a hundred
Thousand in the first week
And retailers is right there watching you
You move with extortion
Co-op a dollar a unit
The record industry wants a
Messiah to come again
So they can rape him for
His masters and his publishing
How the fuck niggas sell half a million CD’s
But can't sellout SOBs? While payola play
And I never thought I’d see the day (never)
When Soundscan is stronger than a disc record
And rappers don’t get creative
And just send a mixed message
So fuck an MC battle, the golden era is gone
I’ll treat you niggas like 50
I won't even respond
Put your mom’s in the rape room and
Shake the bitch like I'm Saddam
Rush a show and stomp you out
During one of your songs
And I’m not a hypocrite because
I'm aggressive and violent
I'd be a hypocrite if I
Was peaceful and silent
And I let em’ get away with
The shit that they say
But I treat em’ like Clear Channel
Making em pay for talking reckless
Fuck the charm on your necklace
Cause who you down with don’t
Mean shit when you surrounded
And who you gone get when your four pounded
Your not a boss, pussy, you not even a di-lo
You live in a fucking fantasy smoking hydro
While me and real niggas divide dough
So lie low
And don’t talk to me about disrespecting
Cause even Fat Beats rejected my record
And now major’s wanna sign me again
All the niggas I used to know
Tryna find me again
I guess eighty thousand sold will do
That you fucking new jack
And i don't need to wear
Jewelry to prove that
Cause’ three apartments a house and
Fifty acres will do that
Hardcore, underground
Hustlin' in the streets
If you ain't ready to hustle
Nigga you don't eat
And if you ain't ready to live
For this you shouldn't speak
Because muthafuckas die for this
Shit every week hardcore, underground
Hustlin' in the streets
If you ain't ready to hustle
Nigga you don't eat
And if you ain't ready to live
For this you shouldn't speak
Because muthafuckas die for this
Shit every week
I'll never be as famous as other
Rappers in the game is
Because I represent what up
Against the grain is
Never trust no body minor or major
Cause a persons real religion
Is their behavior
I can stare into your soul when
I look in your eyes
4th branch of the government
Still telling lies
Fox News and then New York Post is a joke
Nucleus of the yellow journalism yolk
And send someone after me if
You don't like me
You'll be the next nigga to
Take a bullet for whitey
Like the Latinos and blacks in Iraq who
Come strapped in a wheel chair
When they come back
Muthafuck that I'm Peruvian coke
I can tell if your shit's fake
I'm the raw version of the
Crack on you mixtape
So don't hate on this advice that
I sent from the grave
Just remember it before you sign
Up to be slaves
Talk about getting money
All my life I see niggas
Talk rich and cry broke
I know some of you niggas is starving
You know the industry fucked up right now
Record sales in the toilet
Executives scared to lose they job
You can never hide the
Truth from Immortal Technique
Niggas is happy to sell a hundred
Thousand in the first week
And retailers is right there watching you
You move with extortion
Co-op a dollar a unit
The record industry wants a
Messiah to come again
So they can rape him for
His masters and his publishing
How the fuck niggas sell half a million CD’s
But can't sellout SOBs? While payola play
And I never thought I’d see the day (never)
When Soundscan is stronger than a disc record
And rappers don’t get creative
And just send a mixed message
So fuck an MC battle, the golden era is gone
I’ll treat you niggas like 50
I won't even respond
Put your mom’s in the rape room and
Shake the bitch like I'm Saddam
Rush a show and stomp you out
During one of your songs
And I’m not a hypocrite because
I'm aggressive and violent
I'd be a hypocrite if I
Was peaceful and silent
And I let em’ get away with
The shit that they say
But I treat em’ like Clear Channel
Making em pay for talking reckless
Fuck the charm on your necklace
Cause who you down with don’t
Mean shit when you surrounded
And who you gone get when your four pounded
Your not a boss, pussy, you not even a di-lo
You live in a fucking fantasy smoking hydro
While me and real niggas divide dough
So lie low
And don’t talk to me about disrespecting
Cause even Fat Beats rejected my record
And now major’s wanna sign me again
All the niggas I used to know
Tryna find me again
I guess eighty thousand sold will do
That you fucking new jack
And i don't need to wear
Jewelry to prove that
Cause’ three apartments a house and
Fifty acres will do that
Hardcore, underground
Hustlin' in the streets
If you ain't ready to hustle
Nigga you don't eat
And if you ain't ready to live
For this you shouldn't speak
Because muthafuckas die for this
Shit every week hardcore, underground
Hustlin' in the streets
If you ain't ready to hustle
Nigga you don't eat
And if you ain't ready to live
For this you shouldn't speak
Because muthafuckas die for this
Shit every week
I'll never be as famous as other
Rappers in the game is
Because I represent what up
Against the grain is
Never trust no body minor or major
Cause a persons real religion
Is their behavior
I can stare into your soul when
I look in your eyes
4th branch of the government
Still telling lies
Fox News and then New York Post is a joke
Nucleus of the yellow journalism yolk
And send someone after me if
You don't like me
You'll be the next nigga to
Take a bullet for whitey
Like the Latinos and blacks in Iraq who
Come strapped in a wheel chair
When they come back
Muthafuck that I'm Peruvian coke
I can tell if your shit's fake
I'm the raw version of the
Crack on you mixtape
So don't hate on this advice that
I sent from the grave
Just remember it before you sign
Up to be slaves