Fruits Of My Labour
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Back in the 60's they had nothing but tape
Making a record it wasn't so great
Gotta rehearse just for one take
And niggas appreciated what it takes
To get in the booth
Speak from the heart and telling the truth
Working the craft and making it good
10 thousand hours making it good
No 10 million hours making it good
And im telling you niggas, im telling you niggas
You never gon get it like The Beatles and BeeGees
And all of the White groups that be killing it
You know the feeling that none of you Black rappers
Be killing it nah, you not even touching the ceiling
You begging for business, you making it so easy
For these whack rappers to become so appealing
Im talking about all of these mumble rappers with their
Hairstyles going crazy like Oh My God
Is he rapping on texstyles
Is he rapping on different styles
Is he rapping on different codes
Is he rapping on different hoes
Is he rapping on different clothes
Is he rapping like he's about to get into my soul
And capture my secret goals
Is he rapping like he's about to go and get a car
Fruits of his labour, hes now a star
And most of the niggas dont write a bar
But they got the whole team just pushing them far
Making the grind for them, pushing the line for them
Making sacrifaces just to make it in the line with them
Just to dine with them
Fruits of my labour
Back in the 60's they had nothing but tape
Making a record it wasn't so great
Gotta rehearse just for one take
And niggas appreciated what it takes
To get in the booth
Speak from the heart and telling the truth
Working the craft and making it good
10 thousand hours making it good
No 10 million hours making it good
And im telling you niggas, im telling you niggas
You never gon get it like The Beatles and BeeGees
And all of the White groups that be killing it
You know the feeling that none of you Black rappers
Be killing it nah, you not even touching the ceiling
You begging for business, you making it so easy
For these whack rappers to become so appealing
Im talking about all of these mumble rappers with their
Hairstyles going crazy like Oh My God
Is he rapping on texstyles
Is he rapping on different styles
Is he rapping on different codes
Is he rapping on different hoes
Is he rapping on different clothes
Is he rapping like he's about to get into my soul
And capture my secret goals
Is he rapping like he's about to go and get a car
Fruits of his labour, hes now a star
And most of the niggas dont write a bar
But they got the whole team just pushing them far
Making the grind for them, pushing the line for them
Making sacrifaces just to make it in the line with them
Just to dine with them
Fruits of my labour
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