Lights Camera Action

[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: Bliss] (x2) 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: Bliss] (x2)