Rhymefest - Can't Make It lyrics
[Rhymefest - Can't Make It lyrics]
You can't get out woo! Of the game!
No, no hey, it's the Best Kept Secret
El Che is coming!
This the only dedication album ever done
Ever you can't duplicate this, man!
Mark Ronson, you ready? Aight, look
Look, ugh! (C'mon)
I think you runnin' outta time
(Huh) runnin' for your life
Runnin' from the cops like you
Runnin' from a crime check your rear view
Yeah who comin' from behind?
I'm! El Che, never runnin' outta lines
Rappers (Can't make it)
Thinkin' that these fuckin' record deals
Finna change your fuckin' life when you sign?
(Nah) labels is falling
Whole industries are on decline
It ain't no more dope in the streets
Only mine (Woo)
Only a matter of time before
You see the pattern unwind
And I disappear, take that as a sign
Of who's the man behind the mask
In front of the shrine
With every revolutionary who
Defying they time
Like Booker T, Muhammad Ali, Huey P
You and me! yeah, nigga
I said it: you and me
Either you fight or I'ma
Pull a Harriet Tubman
And put a shotgun blast to
Your head until you free (Blaow)
It ain't Pooh or Phonte
(Ugh) , Common or Kanye my name is Rhymefest
(Who?) , El Che, El Commandante
Serving up the hood like an entrée
With over three thousand OutKast
Without a motherfuckin' Andre, nigga!
If you keep selling dope on the block, we
(Can't make it)
Without education and jobs, we
(Can't make it)
And everybody know what it is
Homie, we living in a (Game)
All these rappers (Can't make it)
That ringtone shit is a wrap, you
(Can't make it)
I'm bringing real Hip-Hop back, you
(Can't make it)
And everybody know what it is
Homie, we living in a (Game)
Yo, yo, yo, I get so loose
I'll turn your brains into fresh produce
Mixed vegetable, cauliflowers, tofu!
Skip what they told you, running scared
Let 'em go (Boom) Black Jason in the forest
With a gold tooth music (Can't make it)
We went from Marvin Gaye
To Stevie Wonder to Michael Jack'
To "A Bay Bay"
Now El Che ayy ayy, from LA down to the A-A-A
And I ain't hating, just clear my way
Late lay
I've been the king of this underground thing
Don't believe me
Then jump-jump-jump to get sting’d
Like Killa Bees
I come from a city with killer G’s
Artilleries, bullets will make your
Ass feel a freeze if this was Jeopardy
('dy) , the answer would be me (Me)
The question would be, "Who is hard?"
Bitch, I leave you scarred (Ahh)
Napoleon Dynamite, you fucking retard
("Gosh!") This year, 'Fest came so hard
Straight starched, so thirsty, I'm so parched
So dirty, yet so clean, my money is washed
(yeah)
I spend everything, man, no matter the cost
(Ugh, ugh, ugh)
And I don't need a million men, bitch
I'm still gon' march ahhh
Yeah, this is Rhymefest aKA el Che
And we doing the Michael
Jackson dedication album
Never been done before
Let's kick it off the right way, baby
We livin' in the game, homie c'mon!
If you keep selling dope on the block, we
(Can't make it)
Without education and jobs, we
(Can't make it)
And everybody know what it is
Homie, we living in a (Game)
All these rappers (Can't make it)
That ringtone shit is a wrap, you
(Can't make it)
I'm bringing real Hip-Hop back, you
(Can't make it)
And everybody know what it is
Homie, we living in a
No, no hey, it's the Best Kept Secret
El Che is coming!
This the only dedication album ever done
Ever you can't duplicate this, man!
Mark Ronson, you ready? Aight, look
Look, ugh! (C'mon)
I think you runnin' outta time
(Huh) runnin' for your life
Runnin' from the cops like you
Runnin' from a crime check your rear view
Yeah who comin' from behind?
I'm! El Che, never runnin' outta lines
Rappers (Can't make it)
Thinkin' that these fuckin' record deals
Finna change your fuckin' life when you sign?
(Nah) labels is falling
Whole industries are on decline
It ain't no more dope in the streets
Only mine (Woo)
Only a matter of time before
You see the pattern unwind
And I disappear, take that as a sign
Of who's the man behind the mask
In front of the shrine
With every revolutionary who
Defying they time
Like Booker T, Muhammad Ali, Huey P
You and me! yeah, nigga
I said it: you and me
Either you fight or I'ma
Pull a Harriet Tubman
And put a shotgun blast to
Your head until you free (Blaow)
It ain't Pooh or Phonte
(Ugh) , Common or Kanye my name is Rhymefest
(Who?) , El Che, El Commandante
Serving up the hood like an entrée
With over three thousand OutKast
Without a motherfuckin' Andre, nigga!
If you keep selling dope on the block, we
(Can't make it)
Without education and jobs, we
(Can't make it)
And everybody know what it is
Homie, we living in a (Game)
All these rappers (Can't make it)
That ringtone shit is a wrap, you
(Can't make it)
I'm bringing real Hip-Hop back, you
(Can't make it)
And everybody know what it is
Homie, we living in a (Game)
Yo, yo, yo, I get so loose
I'll turn your brains into fresh produce
Mixed vegetable, cauliflowers, tofu!
Skip what they told you, running scared
Let 'em go (Boom) Black Jason in the forest
With a gold tooth music (Can't make it)
We went from Marvin Gaye
To Stevie Wonder to Michael Jack'
To "A Bay Bay"
Now El Che ayy ayy, from LA down to the A-A-A
And I ain't hating, just clear my way
Late lay
I've been the king of this underground thing
Don't believe me
Then jump-jump-jump to get sting’d
Like Killa Bees
I come from a city with killer G’s
Artilleries, bullets will make your
Ass feel a freeze if this was Jeopardy
('dy) , the answer would be me (Me)
The question would be, "Who is hard?"
Bitch, I leave you scarred (Ahh)
Napoleon Dynamite, you fucking retard
("Gosh!") This year, 'Fest came so hard
Straight starched, so thirsty, I'm so parched
So dirty, yet so clean, my money is washed
(yeah)
I spend everything, man, no matter the cost
(Ugh, ugh, ugh)
And I don't need a million men, bitch
I'm still gon' march ahhh
Yeah, this is Rhymefest aKA el Che
And we doing the Michael
Jackson dedication album
Never been done before
Let's kick it off the right way, baby
We livin' in the game, homie c'mon!
If you keep selling dope on the block, we
(Can't make it)
Without education and jobs, we
(Can't make it)
And everybody know what it is
Homie, we living in a (Game)
All these rappers (Can't make it)
That ringtone shit is a wrap, you
(Can't make it)
I'm bringing real Hip-Hop back, you
(Can't make it)
And everybody know what it is
Homie, we living in a