Ice-T - Rap Games Hijacked lyrics

Yeah too many hardcore muthafuckas out
Here in this business
Ain't gettin their proper loot
You know what I'm sayin? (Right)
Check the technique (Aha)

Everybody talkin 'bout the way
Hip-Hop ain't the same
Suckers kidnapped the game
I know the biggest in the business
And no joke
Half of em broke - and none of em smoke
(Bust the facts, loc)
I got into this Hip-Hop game
Just to try to get a girl
And get some light-weight fame
There'd never been no cash made in it
So who thought you could get paid with it?
Just crash the club with my crew
And then I'm outta there
Hit some skins, act bugged
That was a rap career
Then Run-DMC jumped the fuck off
Got mad paid, word, kicked the bucks off
There wasn't many rappers out
There rockin the streets
When Hip-Hop was just cuts and beats
I seen Wildstyle, dug the scene
I wanna be an MC, rock
Rock on - know what I mean?
I started crashin rap contests
Shootin hardcore rhymes through
Wack MC's chests
I signed on the lines of a wack contract
Didn't even read it, fuck that
They gonna put my record out
I'm gonna be large
Know what I'm talkin about?
In the first 2 years I made about 300 bucks
Yo, this business sucks
But, I got another chance and I came correct
Got a lawyer and accountant
Now my shit's legit
But many won't get no second chance
And get fucked in this biz without
A kiss or a dance
The game is to exploit young ghetto kids
A straight pimp game
And there ain't no shame
And the shit's gone too far
100 Hip-Hop labels with all white A&R's
The game's hijacked the rap game's hijacked

Let me tell you how it happened

Now while every MC in the game
Was worryin about a white boy gettin the fame
They dug out the foundation
Now let me give a demonstration
Say you got a dope group from the hood
Talkin mad shit like they're up to no good
You take em to a label
Now who sit's behind the table?
Some jewish muthafucka that don't know shit
Tryin to tell y'all what's
A fuckin street hit
The shit's way off course
It's like me tellin Johnny Cash how
To sing about his horse you go on tour
The white agency says you're wild
Tone down your style
The radio jocks are all pop
So how the fuck this nigga
Know what shit to rock?
The shit that make your face turn green
Is when you get dissed by a kidnap magazine
I give a fuck about these muthafuckas
I'm doin this jam to save my Hip-Hop brothers
Get your paperwork straight, kid
Get a lawyer and accountant just like I did
Don't blow your dough, cause you will see g's
But this game has no guarantees
Learn about publishing points
So you won't be blind
Learn to read everything you sign
Then you might have a chance
If not, bend over, pull down your pants
The game's hijacked

(yeah i don't they hear you, brother)
Yo, the rap game's hijacked (Word)
I'm talkin 'bout a hijack
(Say it one more time, baby)
The rap game's hijacked check it
(Break it down for these niggas)

You can go gold and still
Owe the record label cash
Yo kid, check the math
Learn about the word 'recoup', troop
And stop walkin round all hyped and souped
You ain't nothin but somethin to
Be used and worked
You ain't nothin but a sucker
To be duped and jerked
Cause the fuckin record label don't love ya
Pal they didn't love ya on the street
And don't love ya now
They're out to make an end, friend
Cause every dollar you make
They damn near make 10
They'll take you for everything you got
Or else they'll sign you and they
Put on the shelf to rot
I'm tryin to tell you what's up
You best to listen to this record even
If you hate my fucking guts
Cause, I just can't stand around
And watch rap get done
And my brothers ain't gettin none
A nigga like me has gotta spit game
Nigga, get that cash flow
Fuck that muthafuckin fame
Cause the white man's rippin
Us off once again real Hip-Hop, my man

Fool, the rap game's hijacked
You need to listen, nigga
The rap game's hijacked
Need to play this record about ten times
The rap game's hijacked
Black people don't own shit
The rap game's hijacked check it

R&B's hijacked black acting is hijacked
Just being black is hijacked
(Build, my nigga, build, my nigga) nigga
Stupid muthafuckas, they rippin us off
You better get a end
While the money's there, boy
Silly-ass bitch runnin around with
A gold chain
All niggas gotta get some real estate
Muthafucka come up
Fuck a bitch
Better get somethin you can own, asshole
White man ain't givin up shit word o' life
Although I got a white engineer
But he's gettin minimum wage so, it's cool

Yeah shit's been hijacked