A Tribe Called Quest - Show Business Lyrics
Verse 1[q-tip]Let me tell you bout the snakes, the fakes, the liesThe highs at all of these industry shing-dingsWhere you see the pretty girlsIn the high animated worldCheckin for a rapper with all the doughIf you take a shit they want to knowAnd if youre gonna fall, they wont be around, yallSo you still wanna do the show business?And you think that you got what it takes?I mean you really gotta rap and be all thatAnd prepare yourself for the breaksCheck it out!Do you wanna be in the business? (the business)The ups and downs with the hoes (the business)Always gettin fronted on at shows (the business)People gotta stick their nose (in the business)Verse 2[q-tip]Yo, I gotta speak on the cesspoolIts the rap industry and it aint that coolOnly if youre on stage or if youre speakin to your peopleAint no-one your equalEspecially on the industry sideDont let the games just glideRight through your fingers, you gotta know the dealSo lord jamar speak, because youre real...[lord jamar]Theyre givin you the business and puttin on a showYoure a million dollar man that aint got no doughBut you got a ho tickets backstage to a showSedated and at that fact they elatedTime pass and your ass say wheres my loot?The reply is a kick in the ass from a leg and a bootAll you wanna do is taste the fruitBut in the back theyre makin fruit juiceYou ask for slack and wanna get cut loose from the labelNot able cos you signed at the tableFor a pretty cash advance, now they got a song and danceThat you didnt recoup, more soup wit ya meal?Cos this is the real when you get a record dealAnd I say...[phife]Aw....shucks, look what the cat hauled inIts phife dawg from a tribe called quest, let me beginLike chuck d, I got so much trouble on my mindbout these no-talent artists gettin signed, they cant rhymeAnd if that aint bad, you got bootleggersGoin out like suckers, mother*****ersFeel its time that I let loose the lionAnd if not that then Ill commence to head flyinSeems in 91 everybody want a rhymeAnd then you go and sell my tape for only $5.99?Please nigga, Ive worked too hard for thisNo more will I take the booty end of the stickBogus brothers makin albums when they know they cant hack itCos they lyrics is played like 8-ball jacketsNow tell me I cant tear it upGo get yourself some toilet paper cos your lyrics is buttDo you wanna be in the business? (the business)People cant walk a straight line in (the business)Some of these brothers cant rhyme in (the business)A-yo, Im tryna get mine (the business)Verse 3[sadat x]The party scene is cool, but then again its all the sameYou see the same faces, but at different placesWhen youre up and ridin high everything is palsy-palsyGet a million pounds and all the skins give you hugsWell thats cool, I can dig it, it really aint my bagPrefer to max on the side and let my pants sagOh, hes a cutie, yeah, real cuteBut I wasnt that cute when I didnt have no lootAlthough I hit a pound of herbs Im still nice with the verbsSo ***** what you heardThe born cipher, cipher master makes me think much fasterBut critics still continue to plasterMy name and discredit my fameAll that shit is gameAnd I dont really give a damnEat from the tree of life and throw away the verbal ham[diamond d]Well, excuse me, I gotta add my two cents inDont be alarmed, the rhyme was condensed inA matter of minutes so it must be toldAll that glitters not goldEverybody wants a deal, help me make a demoSee my name in bright lights, ride around in a limoMy moms keeps beefin (boy, get a job)But I wanna make jams, damn, I know Ill slamHuh, well its not that easyYou gotta get a label thats willin and ableTo market and promote, and you better hope(for what? ) that the product is dopeTake it from diamond, its like mountain climbinWhen it comes to rhymin you gotta put your time inGet a good lawyer so problems wont pileYou dont wanna make a pitch thats wild.
