Mass Appeal

No way you'll never make it come
 With that bullshit I'll blaze ya
 And show you the real meaning of entertainment
 Peep the expression on his face when he figured out
 His 30 seconds of fame about to wither out
 Isiah Thomas, ya career go in and out
 You gave a shot at the top that's not the timid route
 Done with ya P.R .run no more Sway
 Breakfast Club, Hot 97, no more play
 It's like they pushed an off switch you off lit
 Dead you like concentration camps in
 Auschwitz the cold shoulder
 Some call em vultures of the culture
 Ya songs sweeter than a Ice cold soda
 Following these trends them bitches is bi-polar
 Quick to leave you for the next high roller
 Then you'll be mad as hell you signed a record deal
 Cause you played yourself out to get the mass appeal
 Oh yea I'm nicer than all MCs when I breeze give me room please
 I keep em captivated with the raps I'm making
 Like the lives of the rich and famous
 These rappers sounding like new borns fresh out of the incubator
 One mic and a DJ on the 1's and 2's
 Mike Jack I couldn't help it if I wanted to
 I be stumbling on rhymes by accident
 Without looking for the line that come after it
 Can spot the type chasing after the spotlight
 Every time I hear em talk I feel like something is not right
 Like Cartwright shoot a 3 in the fourth
 With 4 seconds to go and Michael Jordan on the court
 At the finals on the seventh game, center stage
 Got booed out of the arena
 Now u wishing you had never played
 I'm only spitting the real
 While they be losing the race
 Trying to chase Mass Appeal