Lights Camera Action (Phazed Out)
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[Verse 1: Bliss]
This is dedicated to the emcee that struggles with the funds and
Most of his shows, you can count the crowd on one hand
He's straight up ill with every tune that he's played, he wrote
But barely even gets played on Community radio
And he ain't got a label
He rolls dolo
Pressing up his own shit and doing his own promo
He holds no dough
Like an old hobo
They think he's so loco
But oh no, no
He's like a lone Frodo
That won't give up
Through any turn of the weather
Even though the road is slow
He's still determined as ever
Until he's churning out cheddar
Because his flow is butter
He gotta get exposed like he needs to blow his cover
They start to feel his vibe
Cause his rhyming is hot
So the deal arrives and he just signs on the dot
It started so simply, all about the words that you say
But now there's jerks that are paid off his works that are played
And he ain't getting shit, just a few perks of the trade
He sees a real industry and what lurks in the shade
Cause everything he worked for, the struggle to build, the love and the skill
Ain't worth shit next to a couple of mill
So he sits back, feels lame, jaded and old
The game is taking its toll, the fame is raping his soul
Of the industry, cause they forgot that this is art
The aim was breaking the mould, not trynna fit the part
But if he, spits it smart, he can hit the heart
He only got one dart and he ain't gonna miss the mark
Creative control, only a few who are found
Completely credible music but with that lucrative sound
[Hook 2x: Bliss]
It goes, lights, camera, action, you're on son
You wanna rhyme but are you in it for the long run?
Cuz you dream about platinum on this mic
Best, wake the fuck up, it don't happen overnight
[Verse 2: Eso]
This is dedicated to the MC
Who lives in the spotlight
With teeth shown from hunger
Like dogs in a cockfight
They're frightened by his freedom so they call the police
But he's the one who wakes you up, when you're falling asleep
That kid with an idea, who catches the bus
Who writes life through his eyes, that's attached to a brush
And he paints the world, exactly how he sees it
And if rhyming is a secret I don't know, how he keeps it
But believe me it's some deep shit and these kids all relate
You can't see it but you feel it like a kick in the face
And when he grows up, shit, so will his rhymes
Time after time again he'll keep, blowing your mind
His flow is divine, just a young buck with a curse
He sets fire to a cypher with a couple of words
Man he's out for the cause, man he's out there on tours
Trynna visit your town there's no, bringing him down
So, get ready for the ride of your life
Trynna maintain but have a slice of the pie
It's a damn shame, that their life has a price
But they can't touch me or tell me what to rhyme on this mic
So I rhyme what I like, trynna bring that love back
Wild, and young and hard like a rugrat
Still walking in the club packed, yelling "where the bud at?"
Living like the underdog who promised that he'd come back
[Hook 2x: Bliss]
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