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• Artiste: ABiCA
• Titre: Told Us Not To
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Yea, he's big time, we've got he invite He's been tellin us how his skills are so tight He knows everybody, everybody loves him He's got diamond gold hangin under his chin I meet up with Hash and check the idol out "Yo man, you heard all the shit he's been talkin about?" "Yea, he's doin shows with the pros gotten to find this hoe is best froze an knows a dro an bro" "He knew Tupac an he's worked with Dre" "He smokes with Snoop, yea everyday" "So you know this dude right?" "Yea, we've talked a few times he says our music's weak an gotta work on our rhymes" "Fuck that Tac, lets jus see him play Let's hit up the show, I hear he's playin today" "We better get our tickets cause we cant wait long" "He said if we waited, then they'd all be gone" They told us not to rap But we did it anyways They told us we should quit Man, there ain't no fuckin way They said that we we're shit We don't care what they say Thanks to all the haters cause they made us who we are today "Yo, we must be early, no ones here yet" "An two little kids are workin on the set. A small ass venue, only ten in the crowd" a mom next to me tells me she's so proud "proud of what? why the hell you talkin to me?" "My son, Danny, he's the MC!" "Dude, Tac, what the fuck is goin on?" Before he can even answer, a song comes on An out comes "big time" lookin like a wanna-be "Wanna-be thug, I cant believe what I see" "An I cant believe we've got fooled by this chump" He talks so big he's about to get fucked up Up on stage, can't even flow to his beats Braces an glasses an he's rappin about the streets This kid's a joke an before he goes He thanks his mom an friends for commin to his shows They told us not to rap But we did it anyways They told us we should quit Man, there ain't no fuckin way They said that we we're shit We don't care what they say Thanks to all the haters cause they made us who we are today Shit like this that really gets me mad These fake ass rappers jus sit around an brag I hear their songs an I wonder how they got fans Talk down to my band, you gettin knocked down man This ain't a joke, see music's my life An your insultin me cause you cant do it right On a con mic, no thoughts to your rhymes No meaning to your songs, no flow in you lines No kick to your step, no passion on your tracks No quality to feel, there's so much that you lack An I'm wondering how you say your music's so good An everyones bumpin it from the burbs to the hood This ain't a hobby, no it ain't a game An if you ain't got skills, don't even speak my name You're jus a bunch of punks, embarrassing yourself An you bringin down music for everybody else They told us not to rap But we did it anyways They told us we should quit Man, there ain't no fuckin way They said that we we're shit We don't care what they say Thanks to all the haters cause they made us who we are today They told us not to rap They told us we should quit They said that we we're shit Thanks to all the haters cause they made us who we are today