Rap Games Hijacked Lyrics by Ice-t

Rap Games Hijacked Lyrics

    Yeah
    Too many hardcore muthafuckas 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 fuck 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, fuck 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 shit's legit
    But many won't get no second chance
    And get fucked 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 shit'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 shit like they're up to no good
    You take em to a label
    Now who sits behind the table?
    Some jewish muthafucka that don't know shit
    Tryin to tell y'all what's a fuckin street hit
    The shit'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 fuck this nigga know what shit to rock?
    The shit that make your face turn green
    Is when you get dissed by a kidnap magazine
    I give a fuck about these muthafuckas
    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 niggas)

    [ 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 fuckin 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 fucking guts
    Cause i just can't stand around and watch rap get done
    And my brothers ain't gettin none
    A nigga like me has gotta spit game
    Nigga, get that cash flow. fuck that muthafuckin 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, nigga
    The rap game's hijacked
    Need to play this record about ten times
    The rap game's hijacked
    Black people don't own shit
    The rap game's hijacked
    Check it

    R&b's hijacked
    Black acting is hijacked
    Just being black is hijacked
    (build, my nigga, build, my nigga)
    Nigga
    Stupid muthafuckas, they rippin us off
    You better get a end..
    While the money's there, boy
    Silly-ass bitch runnin around with a gold chain
    All niggas gotta get some real estate
    Muthafucka
    Come up
    Fuck a bitch
    Better get somethin you can own, asshole
    White man ain't givin up shit
    Word o' life
    Although i got a white engineer
    But he's gettin minimum wage
    So it's cool...

    Yeah
    Shit's been hijacked

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