Hard Times

Pardon me jack, you tryna spit harder than that?

A Part of me died, a part of me left, a part of me deaf.

Faggot Rappers roll up they probly mean stress

I give a fuck, this is not what they could touch on their tracks

Motherfuckers tryna get a record deal you better chill and better bill

I charge a dollar fine for you to stay concealed

It’s better like that. The more nervous you get the better I rap

So I suggest you to stay calm and step back

Underground is living, but Hip-hop is dying out

No shit to rhyme about, MC’s is selling out

That’s why I’m yelling out, you need to tell the Crowds

Get Hiphop together, shit is rambling out

We sound like savages not better than average

Arms wrapped up in Bandages because People is wildin’ out

Most respect to the earners everybody packin the burners

Homicide and murder’s what you motherfuckers rhyme about

And you want respect from the Masses, Rap for the Cash, it’s

The same just on a lower prevalence of Asses

Madness – Is everything that you ass get

In a few years from now you will have burned Rap to ashes

Fake rappers, I’m really not into cake rappers

Getting money with passion is cool – but you speak cheddar

You need to talk Realness to speak my Language

I don’t think you really understand this

Uh…..We havin hard times, everybody want dimes

I’m comin with hard rhymes, homey

We are a Unity, peace to the community,

I opened up my eyes that means you can’t be foolin’ me

I’m on a mission everybody’s intuition

Needs to be directed and brought into the right position

´Cause I don’t know how you can feel this You need some real shit,

Everybody thinks he’s the real shit

Droppin shit like this I get instantly blackballed

Number 8 into the whole, that’s not what I rap for

I’m on a Crash Course, but I still stay true to myself

That’s what I do I am not an Actor

How can you know? You Can’t

But you can believe me or you don’t, it’s all in your hand

So spread the Word, I am a Rapper and a Fan

Plain. And people want to know everything they can

So don’t get excited when I talk shit that’s private

You either listen up or break out in silence

Every MC in the Crowd may wanna stand out,

This is your chance do it now Everybody blackout, rap now

We havin hard times, everybody want dimes

I’m comin with hard rhymes, brother

Acknowledge the work that guys put in Lines,

Disrespect the Mainstream then the music will be fine, Brother

We are a Unity Peace to the Community

Shit the media says doesn’t even seem true to me

So I repeat, dissin me would be a Lunacy

I’m sittin in the sun, thinking about what the conclusions be

Nothing they could do to me, nothing they could do to us

The underground is already a Nobody, it’s true but sucks

Let’s run in kill every Money Rapper lyrically

Critical to the Market but it doesn’t sound rude to us

And this City is crazy but so is the whole World

After you said something better check if they all head,

Open your Eyes and Open your Ears, It’s 2012

Tom Jeefs the Disaster is here!

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