MC Pig Pen - 123 lyrics

rate me

HORUS

One for the rappers who speak what they feel

Two the beat makers always keeping it real

3 for the dj's on the wheels of steel

Were making music for the fans not achieving a deal...

VERSE 1

Hip hop... it's like the life of the pens brain...

Wore headphones daily from the 1st to the 10th grade

Not listening cause I thought my teachers were insane

Listening to rappers who were preaching the spit game...

All my notebooks were filled with lyrics and graff

Saw my first show damn they were some serious cats

Hearin em clap, I wanted to experience that...

A stubborn ear, the only thing I'm hearing is rap

Never listened to my mom,

Fell far from the tree

Hard to believe

I used to be so hard to agree

Arguably, I maya made a couple of bad moves

Made bad rhymes. coupled with a bundle of sad tunes

A couple of wack crews, later and I learned fast

Respect isn't something that your given, you earn that...

Earn the respect of the rappers you spit with

And learn to adapt with your talent and quick wits

VERSE 2

Achieving a deal welli t could happen in time

I'm rappin just to rap not for stacking the dimes.

I happen to rhyme

Add to that a passionate mind

Underappreciated, yeah, that's an acurate line...

I happen to find

That I'm often mostly ignored

No one at the shows I'm rockin shows me support

I'm going on tour

Hopefully it opens some doors,

Cause local bars are known to leave you broken and soar...

I'm hoping for more

Of course I want the money and fame

AND I'm hoping I can score with some honnies and dames.

It's funny to say

I got the girlies running away

But once I got the money they'll be coming to stay...

VERSE 3

Never a sell out, not makin music to get rich

But getting money certainly is part of my wish list

Pig pens discs getting given for christmas

To rich kids, listening to to this in there discmans...

But this is

Another banger made for the fans

Never planned for the band to be making the grands,

Offer me a deal and I'll take the advance,

Steal the cash and bail to jamaica or france

I'm stakin my land

Take it to the bank with the jams.

Those that used to hate, now they're shakin my hand

There fake as it stands

These fakers aint breaking my plans

I make music. the music aint makin the man...