Voss – Image Consultant LyricsFollow
Things changed since the reign of Big Poppa
Paupers bum styles like they want a cig off ya
Think of something fresh, dammit
The kid caught ya red-handed...stigmata
Now all we got are swag jackin' shit talkers
Witchdoctors babbling useless mantras
Look at this genre...now hip-hop's a
Ho getting pimped proper, made 'em rich off her
"Hit that strip mama!" But when you call 'em out
For what they talkin' 'bout, they Chris Rock ya
Everybody hates it, getting pissed off like
Get off ya high horse, this ain't a soap box opera
To be honest, it's hilarious
Since when was intelligence synonymous with arrogance?
I was not aware that knowledge was embarrassin'
Drop a little and you pompous just for sharin' it?
Hmm...can you answer these questions?
If you teach lessons, are you pretentious?
Should educating and entertaining keep separate?
Is the game all just false pretenses?
Ah...now they callin' me a "critic"
Like "who are you to say if they just talk it or they live it?"
It became a lie when I stopped believin' in it
C'mon now, who they kiddin'? Honestly, admit it
This rap shit is entrapment
Fools be thinking it's a movie like Connery was in it
To be grounded, you gotta be a cynic
Ever since they turned bein' conscious to a gimmick
Uh...cause as soon as they record us
We start breathing in an heir of self importance
And the lone wolves? Well they just ignore us
But the sheep listen, cause they felt the chorus
Ain't nothing wrong with making smart cool
But there's more to it than what you learned in art school, stupid
It's entertainment, wanna play that part? Cool
But how can we build misusing our tools?
Wait...lemme step out of the pulpit
I'm no stranger to the partying and bullshit
Say I wanna make it better, instead
I'm just eating breakfast in bed, gettin' some head
AW...the audacity, Voss does not have to be
A saint, so I ain't, from grace they fall rapidly
It's brushed off if you just talk smack to me
But touch my family, I'll catch assault and battery
They don't believe it, body frame bulimic
But how I was raised, only say it if you mean it
You ain't got something to rock with or lean with?
Then you gotta work harder for that green shit
While they say nothing on that Mr. Bean shit
Why are they concerned with how my motherfuckin' jeans fit?!?
Whether you in Carhartt's or a pea-coat
It's all art, all we ask is you be dope
Catch heat stroke from these quotes he wrote
Seek hope through the peep holes in the weed smoke
Came in this with little, I could leave broke
Cause for deep pockets, I won't deep throat
No brown noser, no proud soldier
Just a snake charmer when around cobras
Seen cats quit rap to pitch crack
Back to their corners, round's over
K.O...punch drunk off power
They know hay-makers make the punk come out ya
They skeleton is gelatin, petroleum
Only complex when it's prefaced with "Napoleon"
Insecurity forever been controllin' 'em
Go below the surface, put your head to the linoleum
Then you can hear what the youth hearin'
Spike the champagne with some truth serum
What side are you on? Who YOU cheerin'?
Reality's a fallacy that fools fearin', look
I can't say I got it all figured out
All I know is it's something I can't live without
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