Thanks to jostmatt@bluewin.ch for these lyrics.



Yeah

Too many hardcore muthafuckas out here in this business

Ain't gettin their proper loot

You know what I'm sayin?

(Right)

Check the technique

(Aha)



[ VERSE 1 ]

Everybody talkin 'bout the way hip-hop ain't the same

Suckers kidnapped the game

I know the biggest in the business, and no joke

Half of em broke - and none of em smoke

(Bust the facts, loc)

I got into this hip-hop game

Just to try to get a girl and get some light-weight fame

There'd never been no cash made in it

So who thought you could get paid with it?

Just crash the club with my crew and then I'm outta there

Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap career

Then Run-D.M.C. jumped the fuck off

Got mad paid, word, kicked the bucks off

There wasn't many rappers out there rockin the streets

When hip-hop was just cuts and beats

I seen _Wildstyle_, dug the scene

I wanna be an MC, rock, rock on - know what I mean?

I started crashin rap contests

Shootin hardcore rhymes through wack MC's chests

I signed on the lines of a wack contract

Didn't even read it, fuck that

They gonna put my record out

I'm gonna be large, know what I'm talkin about?

In the first 2 years I made about 300 bucks

Yo, this business sucks

But I got another chance and I came correct

Got a lawyer and accountant, now my shit's legit

But many won't get no second chance

And get fucked in this biz without a kiss or a dance

The game is to exploit young ghetto kids

A straight pimp game, and there ain't no shame

And the shit's gone too far

100 hip-hop labels with all white A&R's

The game's hijacked



The rap game's hijacked



Let me tell you how it happened



[ VERSE 2 ]

Now while every MC in the game

Was worryin about a white boy gettin the fame

They dug out the foundation

Now let me give a demonstration

Say you got a dope group from the hood

Talkin mad shit like they're up to no good

You take em to a label

Now who sits behind the table?

Some jewish muthafucka that don't know shit

Tryin to tell y'all what's a fuckin street hit

The shit's way off course

It's like me tellin Johnny Cash how to sing about his horse

You go on tour, the white agency says you're wild

Tone down your style

The radio jocks are all pop

So how the fuck this nigga know what shit to rock?

The shit that make your face turn green

Is when you get dissed by a kidnap magazine

I give a fuck about these muthafuckas

I'm doin this jam to save my hip-hop brothers

Get your paperwork straight, kid

Get a lawyer and accountant just like I did

Don't blow your dough, cause you will see g's

But this game has no guarantees

Learn about publishing points, so you won't be blind

Learn to read everything you sign

Then you might have a chance

If not, bend over, pull down your pants

The game's hijacked



(Yeah

I don't they hear you, brother)

Yo, the rap game's hijacked

(Word)

I'm talkin 'bout a hijack

(Say it one more time, baby)

The rap game's hijacked

Check it

(Break it down for these niggas)



[ VERSE 3 ]

You can go gold and still owe the record label cash

Yo kid, check the math

Learn about the word 'recoup', troop

And stop walkin round all hyped and souped

You ain't nothin but somethin to be used and worked

You ain't nothin but a sucker to be duped and jerked

Cause the fuckin record label don't love ya, pal

They didn't love ya on the street and don't love ya now

They're out to make an end, friend

Cause every dollar you make, they damn near make 10

They'll take you for everything you got

Or else they'll sign you and they put on the shelf to rot

I'm tryin to tell you what's up

You best to listen to this record even if you hate my fucking guts

Cause I just can't stand around and watch rap get done

And my brothers ain't gettin none

A nigga like me has gotta spit game

Nigga, get that cash flow. fuck that muthafuckin fame

Cause the white man's rippin us off once again

Real hip-hop, my man



Fool, the rap game's hijacked

You need to listen, nigga

The rap game's hijacked

Need to play this record about ten times

The rap game's hijacked

Black people don't own shit

The rap game's hijacked

Check it



R&B's hijacked

Black acting is hijacked

Just being black is hijacked

(Build, my nigga, build, my nigga)

Nigga

Stupid muthafuckas, they rippin us off

You better get a end..

While the money's there, boy

Silly-ass bitch runnin around with a gold chain

All niggas gotta get some real estate

Muthafucka

Come up

Fuck a bitch

Better get somethin you can own, asshole

White man ain't givin up shit

Word o' life

Although I got a white engineer

But he's gettin minimum wage

So it's cool...



Yeah

Shit's been hijacked