The Procussions - The Fringe lyrics
rate meTime to go to work, clock in
Pouring up the sleeve a little, it's like green
If you wanna break me, it might been.
Well I guess we're gonna have to fight then.
Disillusional fool stuck in menial moonstruck museums
Seeing nothing but the back of a tool truck
Believing I could fix something, gonna get something boy now fetch that
Cheese on top of that mouse trap, but we ain't no clown rats
We built this city on sound tracks
And drive the locomotives around that
Promoters and town reps, claim to have a stake in it all yet
They only place a stake when the ground's wet
They sit and clap for this custodian rap music
They use it for amusement and lack the means to do it
In jest, throw a nickel in the hat as a gesture
Court of a couple kings showing their rings to jesters
And bet money they bleed before they leave get relieved
Of these things, out of need not of greed you breed thieves and blame us,
offering a piece of that fame but, the owners of the masters became us
So now what.
Hook:
What's that? You want a little
You want it all, you're gonna get it
I want a piece of my own I'm stuck in the middle,
I want a piece of my own I'm stuck in the middle.
What's that? I want a little
I got it all, I'm gonna give that,
I'm gonna give that, I'm gonna give that
I'm gonna give that, I'm gonna give that.
I got em stuck off the purchase price
Hustling a verse that's twice that of the worth
Of any corny rappers merchandise
They outta luck and couldn't work the dice
Bustin' through the surface ice
Must've been they trusted in the worst advice
That folklore the broke where a yoke for
That's choking these throats sore with hope'd for's
Closed doors and glass ceilings
Asked to mask feelings
With a flask half full of that trash and bad dealings
Villains get made when the minimum wage is
Lower than the minim for living these days its
No wonder why these kids in a daze
They out number the rich
But on the fringe living criminal ways
Not on the hinge where the pendulum sways
From these towers
These cowards who bleed these hours to feed powers
Ain't a thug I believe in
Drug I could breath in
Strong enough to beat this love for reason.
When everything I've heard is perverted
I preserve my words from absurd and blurred verdicts
The curb servants see her skirted inside the moon light
Flirting with goons burning spoons see how the fumes bite
Streets like a balloon fight
Eatin' with two teeth got two blue feet that don't move right
Extortion when rappers glorify this misfortune
I.. the lies that walk the line of distortion
Get your check voided paying respects to get you exploited
Wept for it they faced death and traded sex for it
Explore it see the text get exported
See we ignorant no contest or context for it
Ignore it
Play it loud and vicarious
Too important to be proud in all carelessness
Some blame rappers but I blame their fans
They both making a name off the chains a man
Hook:
What's that? You want a little
You want it all, you're gonna get it
I want a piece of my own I'm stuck in the middle,
I want a piece of my own I'm stuck in the middle.
What's that? I want a little
I got it all, I'm gonna give that,
I'm gonna give that, I'm gonna give that
I'm gonna give that, I'm gonna give that.
