The Artist Pays The Price

How do you think it would feel to go around the world in a day? [repeat]
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 The artist pays the price so you won't have to pay
 (Around the world in a day)
 If only we would listen to what they have to say
 We all go through changes to get to where we're going
 We have to learn a life of sacrifice (yeah, yeah, yeah) To keep on growin'
 Yeah.
 Life is for learnin
 Remember this
 And learn from life
 Think about the players in the past who died in sacrifice
 Some died in wars for a country that oppressed them
 Some died preachin? prayin for God to bless them
 I am one of the blessed, born to bring the world poetry
 Hip-hop, musically? expressing what's inside of me
 Some find me entertaining. Some find me marketable.
 A potential Black millionaire so that makes me targetable.
 Low-lifes and fork-tongued devils get easy access.
 Flashin me faces, making empty promises.
 Soggy niggas sign contracts and make deals,
 Rappin bout who they killed,
 Talking bout they keeping it real.
 Hardcore homicidal, kingpins of the century
 Need to quit rappin and leave this shit to the real MC's.
 But ain't no chance
 Opposing forces got the upper hand.
 Do as they command to keep them from suffering.
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 See, I don't know everything
 But my opinion I will voice
 As long as I can choose
 I'll choose the right or the wrong choice.
 Addicted to Hip-hop beats
 And hoes that can't stay out the streets.
 Tryin to make a dollar
 Without a nigga havin to rob and cheat.
 Got me hustling
 twenty-four-seven,
 Three-sixty-five
 Coast to coast
 Mic-checkin
 Keeping the party alive
 Engrave my name in the minds of those
 Who bob to this
 Slang and rob to this
 Jack and rob to this
 Herbs and meditation made a pill when I put it down
 But individual perception will change each phrase around
 Different towns
 Ain't none of this shit like Orange Mound
 Players unified, digging on my mellow sound
 Exec's
 Get big ole fat checks
 For makin deals
 While soldiers like me in the fields
 Down there getting killed
 When this is all over
 If I could do it again, I do it twice
 Before and after me, the artist will always pay the price
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 The industry
 Full of broke niggas tryin to make a comeback
 Rappin bout that bullshit
 Over them weak-ass tracks
 Judging me
 When around the globe, ain't nothing the same
 Think how the world would be if none of this hit had ever changed
 Aint like it used to be when hip-hop belonged to you and me
 Shit got sugar coated? modified for tv
 Niggas like me, don't give a fuck about commercial air time
 Forced underground, ain't nothing commercial bout my rhymes
 Rather be broke or slinging dope than hold my tongue back
 Niggas who put on acts get they ass beat up and jacked
 I'm not a killer? just a poet tryin to survive, nigga
 Given the choice to ride or die, I chose to ride, nigga
 I'm paying the price for all the real MC's after me
 Be a artist, not a slave for the industry
 I'm paying the price for all the real MC's after me
 Be a artist, not a slave for the industry
 [Chorus]
 Full of them trees
 On them Hennesy's
 Fuckin with them G's