文本歌词

Mass Appeal - Gang Starr
Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal
No way you'll never make it
Come with the weak sh*t I'll break it
Step into my zone mad rhymes will stifle ya
Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some a**
A lot of rappers be like one time wonders
Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under
Their noses I hate those motherf**king posers
But I'm so real to them it's scary
And with my unique skills nah you can't compare me
And no we don't make wack tracks
And all the suckers get pushed back
When I'm kicking real facts
I represent set up sh*t like a tent boy
You're paranoid cause you're a son like Elroy
And you'd be happy as hell to get a record deal
Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal
Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal
Oh yes I'm greater than all MC's when I breeze
Give me room please
I be like fascinating when I be updating
Cutting off wack kids pulling their trump cards
I thump hard and make 'em say that I'm god
Ni**as be pretending they're hardcore
Never know the meaning of raw
But I get props like a slogan
And no man could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam
Lyrically defy and connectin' complete mic wreckin'
No double checkin' vocals kill like weapons
But if I have to I go all out with no mic
Yeah that's right cause I survived mad fights
And for my peeps I truly care
Cause without some of them I wouldn't be here
And they all know how I feel
Cause suckers be like playing themselves to have mass appeal
Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal
I know I'm d**e but don't wet that
I've suffered setbacks but now I'm making greenbacks
Just like baggy slacks I'm crazy hip hop
Check one two and you don't stop
Your head'll bop when I drop my crop of pure bomb
Just like the seashore I'm calm
But wild with my monotone style
Because I don't need gimmicks
Give me a fly beat and I'm all in it
Word is bond I go on and on
For you it's tragic I got magic like wands
So I'ma end this lecture and I bet ya
Those who kick dirt in due time I'm gonna get ya
Cause I be kicking the real
While they be losing the race trying to chase mass appeal
Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal