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( memememe )

( rant )
I am really feeling the fuck out of this song:
Never did I lie, never did I mean to trick, y'all. But they told me: this is how to get rich, y'all. Make hit songs.
Same lame lyrics, same base, same kick drum. Buy the record you became a
vic-vic-victim
Bitch can't front! Get what I want. Neck, hands & my wrists numb.
Sicknun? Diamonds on my wristband.
Who I'm talking to?
You. You and my biggest fan.
Thinkin: that ya girl got it all.
And I got the best man.
best hair.
best legs.
-need a break-
You in my face: Askin' K, what I'm puttin' out next year. Is it gonna be real freaky?, critics wanna come critique me: Are you gonna be more grunge rock-n-roll back when you dropped before?: But get back, 'fore I get ill.
Black glove, black mask, this is just some real black love.
It's all I have.
It's all I have.
Musicians, magicians, tightropes, strobe lights, lion tamers, entertainers, Sold Out nights, dressing rooms, costumes, who's doing who? Gossip, rumors, groupies, just too much, everybody's like let's do lunch …
That's why it doesn't matter.
That's why I'm not a rapper.
Still spit a few bars, might never hear this song.
Label might say hell naw, get a new female star.
She don't have to sing, she don't have to bring anything.
Get her some new earrings, fly her off to Beijing.
Book her shows in Wyoming, David Letterman and Conan.
Your advance just alone and doesn't it all sound grand?
Number one on soundscan, just keep the clubs bouncing.
Come join us.
Kelis - Circus
Nas – I Can
