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ICE-T lyrics : "Rap Games Hijacked"

Yeah
Too many hardcore mutha$#&@as out here in this business
Ain't gettin their proper loot

You know what I'm sayin?
(Right)
Check the technique

(Aha)

[ VERSE 1 ]

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-D.M.C. jumped the $#&@ 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, $#&@ 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 %#@!'s legit

But many won't get no second chance
And get $#&@ed 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 %#@!'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


[ VERSE 2 ]
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 %#@! like they're up to no good
You take em to a label
Now who sits behind the table?

Some jewish mutha$#&@a that don't know %#@!
Tryin to tell y'all what's a $#&@in street hit
The %#@!'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 $#&@ this ^!$$% know what %#@! to rock?
The %#@! that make your face turn green

Is when you get dissed by a kidnap magazine
I give a $#&@ about these mutha$#&@as
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 ^!$$%s)

[ VERSE 3 ]

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 $#&@in 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 $#&@ing guts
Cause I just can't stand around and watch rap get done
And my brothers ain't gettin none
A ^!$$% like me has gotta spit game
^!$$%, get that cash flow. $#&@ that mutha$#&@in 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, ^!$$%
The rap game's hijacked
Need to play this record about ten times

The rap game's hijacked
Black people don't own %#@!
The rap game's hijacked
Check it

R&B's hijacked
Black acting is hijacked

Just being black is hijacked
(Build, my ^!$$%, build, my ^!$$%)
^!$$%
Stupid mutha$#&@as, they rippin us off
You better get a end..
While the money's there, boy
Silly-ass (*##$ runnin around with a gold chain

All ^!$$%s gotta get some real estate
Mutha$#&@a
Come up
$#&@ a (*##$
Better get somethin you can own, $$#hole
White man ain't givin up %#@!
Word o' life

Although I got a white engineer
But he's gettin minimum wage
So it's cool...

Yeah
%#@!'s been hijacked

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