No More Fans

The Emcee.

Golden Child.

we Crafty...

yo G I had this crazy dream last night man.

the world was upside down yo.

everybody was tryin' to get in the industry.

all I could say was...

I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll

ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands ya'll

you rap? manage? produce? what?

aw shut the fuck up

its like I went to sleep last night and things were all fine

woke up all of a sudden everybody rhymes

thats how the shit seems

everytime I turn around all I hear is "yo let me spit sixteen"

is it me or do I gota sign on my forehead

that says "wanna get signed? just rhyme go head!"

all this rappin got me stressin

I wonder if this only happens in my profession

like when Jordan had the number one spot

you think they ran up on him like you gota see my jumpshot

I don't know maybe its just me

but you should need a license to call yaself a emcee

you must be jokin right you aint dope or tight

and peep what happened last night at the open mic

when they called for heads to go up and spit

the whole club got on stage aint that some shit

I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll

ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands ya'll

you rap? manage? produce? what?

aw shut the fuck up

I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll

ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands ya'll

you rap? manage? produce? what?

aw shut the fuck up

I'd be platinum believe ya ears

if I sold every demo I received in the last three years

I aint braggin but I been around the world tourin

you never left ya house you just stay on the forums

open for criticism everytime I spit it

but who the fuck died and made you the head critic

be the ones with no talent whinin how

always got somethin to complain about like Simon Cowell

I woulda made the first verse the third

more ad libs and before the chorus add a bridge

like you got the formula for makin a hit

only time you ever drop somethin nasty is takin a shit

if you got somethin to say make it legit

but it seems like these bastards aint gonna quit

see they'll dis you knowin that their raps aint official

turn around and be like can I do a track with you

I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll

ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands ya'll

you rap? manage? produce? what?

aw shut the fuck up

I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll

ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands ya'll

you rap? manage? produce? what?

aw shut the fuck up

I know you feel like everyday you get a bit closer

in your room dolo spittin to Jay's poster

its cools to chase dreams but I'd advise

you play it safe don't quit ya 9 to 5

that's just reality stop duckin it

like eatin steak with a butterknife you aint cuttin it

oh cause he ya cousin you got him on the track

demo didn't even make it to the bottom of the stack

sick of so-called producers yall get tired

kick the same sales pitch "yo my shit is fire"

if that's true get ya turn to see me

but ya beats aint even hot enough to burn a cd

they never fail to blow my high

talkin bout I manage so and so and did blah blah blah

I sign autographs shake hands and never think

cause nowadays fans are damn near extinct

I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll

ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands ya'll

you rap? manage? produce? what?

aw shut the fuck up

I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll

ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands ya'll

you rap? manage? produce? what?

aw shut the fuck up.

where they at...

nobody...

where they at...

nobody...