8Ball - The Artist Pays the Price lyrics

The artist pays the price so
You won't have to pay
(Around the world in a day)
If only we would listen to
What they have to say
We all go through changes to
Get to where we're going
We have to learn a life of sacrifice
(yeah, yeah, yeah) To keep on growin'

Yeah life is for learnin
Remember this and learn from life
Think about the players in the
Past who died in sacrifice
Some died in wars for a
Country that oppressed them
Some died preachin prayin for
God to bless them i am one of the blessed
Born to bring the world poetry
Hip-hop, musically expressing what's
Inside of me some find me entertaining some
Find me marketable
A potential Black millionaire so
That makes me targetable
Low-lifes and fork-tongued devils
Get easy access
Flashin me faces, making empty promises
Soggy niggas sign contracts and make deals
Rappin bout who they killed
Talking bout they keeping it real
Hardcore homicidal, kingpins of the century
Need to quit rappin and leave this
Shit to the real MC's but ain't no chance
Opposing forces got the upper hand
Do as they command to
Keep them from suffering

See, I don't know everything
But my opinion I will voice
As long as I can choose
I'll choose the right or the wrong choice
Addicted to Hip-hop beats
And hoes that can't stay out the streets
Tryin to make a dollar
Without a nigga havin to rob and cheat
Got me hustling twenty-four-seven
Three-sixty-five coast to coast
Mic-checkin keeping the party alive
Engrave my name in the minds of those
Who bob to this slang and rob to this
Jack and rob to this
Herbs and meditation made a pill
When I put it down
But individual perception will change
Each phrase around different towns
Ain't none of this shit like Orange Mound
Players unified, digging on my mellow sound
Exec's get big ole fat checks
For makin deals
While soldiers like me in the fields
Down there getting killed
When this is all over
If I could do it again, I do it twice
Before and after me
The artist will always pay the price

The industry
Full of broke niggas tryin to make a comeback
Rappin bout that bullshit
Over them weak-ass tracks judging me
When around the globe, ain't nothing the same
Think how the world would be if none
Of this hit had ever changed
Ain't like it used to be when
Hip-Hop belonged to you and me
Shit got sugar coated modified for tv
Niggas like me
Don't give a fuck about commercial air time
Forced underground
Ain't nothing commercial bout my rhymes
Rather be broke or slinging dope
Than hold my tongue back
Niggas who put on acts get they
Ass beat up and jacked
I'm not a killer just a
Poet tryin to survive, nigga
Given the choice to ride or
Die, I chose to ride, nigga
I'm paying the price for all
The real MC's after me
Be a artist, not a slave for the industry
I'm paying the price for all
The real MC's after me
Be a artist, not a slave for the industry

Full of them trees on them Hennesy's
Fuckin with them G's