Immortal Technique - The Message and the Money lyrics
[Immortal Technique - The Message and the Money lyrics]
Before we go any further
I would like to send a message to
All the underground mc's out there
Working hard
The time has come to realize your
Net worth in the market
And stop being a fucking commodity
And if you didn't understand
What I've just said
Then you already waiting to get fucked
For example a lot of these
Promoters are doing showcases
Throwing events
And not even paying the workhorses
They trying get us to rock for the love
Of hiphop or rock for the exposure
Now look man
I don't mind doing a guest spot for my peeps
Or, or, or doing a benefit show
But don't lie to me pussy
Coz I find out I'm paying your light bill
I'm fucking you up nigga
Besides, you ain't doing this for the love
You ain't doing it for the exposure
You charging up to 10$ at the door
And you ain't tryin to give me shit?
So wait a minute you want me
To go shopping, cook the food
And put it in front of you
But you won't let me sit down and
Eat with you? The fuck is that?
Niggas need to start playing their position
Man just cause you throw a
Party, a hosting event
Or an open mic or a showcase, or a battle
That don't make you important at all
Without me and everybody like me out there
You ain't nutting but a good idea
Motherfucker so stay in your place
And to all these bitchass A&Rs
Who are too lazy
To come up with a way to sell records
That they keep recycling marketing
Schemes and imagery c'mon
There is a market for everything man
There is a market for pet psychologists nigga
There is a market for twisted
Shitfetish video's for nipplerings
For riverdancing
For chocolate covered roaches
But you can't find one for
Cultured hardcore reality and hip-hop?
People like you: the house nigga executives
And them rich motherfuckers that own you
You the motherfucking machine man!
You and all these niggas talking
About the same shit with the same flow over
The same candy-ass beats
But I refuse the feed the machine
And Im not giving any magazine money
So maybe my album won't get
5 mics, or double-x-l's, or 5 discs
Whatever man, fuck it
But then again you don't own me
And none of you niggas ever will
If I'm feeling what you fight for I'm
Rolling with you to the end
But if not, then FUCK YOU!
And the more that mc's, producers, dj's
And independent labels start to
Grasp the conceptuality
Of what their contribution to the
Business of hiphop is
Rather then just the music - the more
The industry will be forced to change
Oh, heh, and one last thing
You don't have to agree
With everything I've said
But don't ever be condescending to me
Picking up your wack ass friends
That rhyme and being like 'Ow yeah
Immortal Technique - he's aaiight'
No nigga
Your mom is pussy, that's aaiight, ok
Your peoples getting shot dead in the street
That's aaiight
I'm the motherfucking Immortal
Technique nigga! The message and the money!
And you ain't got either! Remember that!
Punk ass motherfucker
I would like to send a message to
All the underground mc's out there
Working hard
The time has come to realize your
Net worth in the market
And stop being a fucking commodity
And if you didn't understand
What I've just said
Then you already waiting to get fucked
For example a lot of these
Promoters are doing showcases
Throwing events
And not even paying the workhorses
They trying get us to rock for the love
Of hiphop or rock for the exposure
Now look man
I don't mind doing a guest spot for my peeps
Or, or, or doing a benefit show
But don't lie to me pussy
Coz I find out I'm paying your light bill
I'm fucking you up nigga
Besides, you ain't doing this for the love
You ain't doing it for the exposure
You charging up to 10$ at the door
And you ain't tryin to give me shit?
So wait a minute you want me
To go shopping, cook the food
And put it in front of you
But you won't let me sit down and
Eat with you? The fuck is that?
Niggas need to start playing their position
Man just cause you throw a
Party, a hosting event
Or an open mic or a showcase, or a battle
That don't make you important at all
Without me and everybody like me out there
You ain't nutting but a good idea
Motherfucker so stay in your place
And to all these bitchass A&Rs
Who are too lazy
To come up with a way to sell records
That they keep recycling marketing
Schemes and imagery c'mon
There is a market for everything man
There is a market for pet psychologists nigga
There is a market for twisted
Shitfetish video's for nipplerings
For riverdancing
For chocolate covered roaches
But you can't find one for
Cultured hardcore reality and hip-hop?
People like you: the house nigga executives
And them rich motherfuckers that own you
You the motherfucking machine man!
You and all these niggas talking
About the same shit with the same flow over
The same candy-ass beats
But I refuse the feed the machine
And Im not giving any magazine money
So maybe my album won't get
5 mics, or double-x-l's, or 5 discs
Whatever man, fuck it
But then again you don't own me
And none of you niggas ever will
If I'm feeling what you fight for I'm
Rolling with you to the end
But if not, then FUCK YOU!
And the more that mc's, producers, dj's
And independent labels start to
Grasp the conceptuality
Of what their contribution to the
Business of hiphop is
Rather then just the music - the more
The industry will be forced to change
Oh, heh, and one last thing
You don't have to agree
With everything I've said
But don't ever be condescending to me
Picking up your wack ass friends
That rhyme and being like 'Ow yeah
Immortal Technique - he's aaiight'
No nigga
Your mom is pussy, that's aaiight, ok
Your peoples getting shot dead in the street
That's aaiight
I'm the motherfucking Immortal
Technique nigga! The message and the money!
And you ain't got either! Remember that!
Punk ass motherfucker