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Blackalicious
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Deception
Lyricist:Xavier Lorenzo Mosley, Timothy Jerome Parker
Don't let money change ya Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
This is a story of a kid His name is Cisko Who made more money Than the Count of Monte Crisco
He lived a lavish style of life Fast money, women, cars And he liked to frequent bars, pubs and disco's Made his livin' as a world famous rap star
When he first started mic respect's What he was after And so he got inside his mind Day and night, and he'd write
Constantly his art and craft He'd try to master Started winnin' local battles And his rep grew
Gave his crew a reputation As the best crew And what life would do to him All the cards that was hard
Pen and pad, stress relief Would be his refuge Paid his dues, doing shows Now he's on track
In the lab, pumping demos Makin' songs fat Then he quit his nine to five Finally his time arrived When he signed a major label record contract
Don't let money change ya Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Laaaaah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
His first single was a overnight success hit And now he went from wearing rags to the best fits All his new acquitances Gassed his head, takin' it
To the point where he lost proper perspective Started cuttin' off the people He came up wit Ego blown like his soul had been abducted
Though his heart was once real Now material has filled Up his world, and he couldn't get enough of it Used to wanna be the best of the rap dons Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Now his only one concern is goin' platinum And his skills has since decreased And the inner hunger ceased Now content, just as long as fame and cash come
He's a big willie now, rappin' 'bout cars Thousand dollar shoppin' sprees Hangin' out with stars I mean just a year ago, he was broke Bummin' money, drinkin' out the 40 bottle, livin' outdoors
Don't let money change ya Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Second L.P, my rap changes fast Here today, gone tomorrow Now his label passed Now the new poster boy With the hip now sound
Second time around everything isn't stable as It once was, now he's lookin' for the same hit But his sound is played He forget to change wit
Them old hit rhymes, no one feelin' him His rhymes ain't appealin' anymore And his records ain't sellin' shit Now he's dropped from his label
And he's goin' broke Tried the underground return Ghetto pass revoked And the same faces that he dissed On his way, to the top Laughed as they watched him do the downstroke
Now the moral of the story is that some go Why would money make the inner vision crumble? So if you're blessed with the talent Utilize it to the fullest Be true to yourself and stay humble
Don't let money change ya Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Don't let money change ya!
Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Don't let money change ya!
Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
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