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• Artiste: Juice
• Titre: Sincerely
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Sometimes the illest cats won't get record deals Sometimes the illest cats roam the streets underground legends cats you never heard of but everybody know they the nicest this for them cats... When I design rhyme in daylight or primetime I'm a stay tight I walk the fine line between an MC and a play-write I represent the underground world, it's a unique scene there's no record deals, no videos or street-teens I do shows to keep green, I know I'm not a star man I'm signed to myself and my mic's my A&R man in double'9 I guess it's just the sign of the times the spotlight that I've been lookin' for is finally mine I never thought about the dough when I'm designing my rhyme Long as I can reach my peoples over vinyl, I'm fine it ain't about that I opened up for cats who ain't as dope as me while I rip the flow they lip sync the show hopelessly from heaven, I was sent the game to entertain I might never pimp that '75 or cop the blue RangeRover but even if I don't remain sober I'm a score double digits til the fuckin game's over [samples] Canibus: "whether they signed or unsigned" Redman : "Not platinum on wax but platinum in the streets" I dont' care if I'm right, wrong, or in-between all night long I pimp the scene they said I couldn't write songs, I intervene don't think because the battle rhymes are what I'm known for I can out-write the best of 'em and rip the microphone raw my words are deep, keep my tape handy when ya buzzin' let my thoughts seap inside ya dome, tell a cousin, a friend play my CD when ya guzzlin' gin come down but then recite it when ya buzzin' again you must respect the flow, point-blank I'm a professional acceptin no less than excellent, that's how the session go Embracin my rhyme, when I'm gone who's replacin' mine? I trace the line that transcends all space & time I implement infinite lyrics that are intricate The type of shit discussed by Mob bosses eatin shrimp & shit Those with intellect, they understand the way I wrote it But the average mind could take 5 years to decode it [samples] Canibus: "whether they signed or unsigned" Redman : "Not platinum on wax but platinum in the streets" Gradually I drift off imaginin' me the baddest MC Wonder what my status'll be A little local battle MC who never made the grade or a gifted lyricist who used to spit with razorblades Everytime I win the battle, they disectin' my words I'll prob'ly never get the props or the respect I deserve The magazines claim I wrote my battle-rhymes like they knew me then they wanna call the next day & fuckin interview me Do I really have props? Is it really that stable, When they ask me to freestyle when I walk up in the labels? When they take me for lunch & drinks inside they limos And fuck around and play me somebody else's demo J.U. Ya'll niggaz all know what his name is The cat that got famous for never bein famous I'll prolly roam the underground streets for all time Signed sincerely, Juice the unsigned. *whether they signed or unsigned*