Street Hustle

[Intro]: I see a lot of muthafuckaz talk about getting money All my life I see niggas talk rich and cry broke I know some of you niggas is starving You know the industry fucked up right now Record sales in the toilet Executives scared to lose they job [Verse One: Immortal Technique] You can never hide the truth from Immortal Technique Niggas is happy to sell a hundred thousand in the first week And retailers is right there watching you You move with extortion, co-op a dollar a unit The record industry wants a messiah to come again So they can rape him for his masters and his publishing How the fuck niggas sell half a million CD’s, but can't sellout S.O.B.s? While payola play, and I never thought I’d see the day (never) When Soundscan is stronger than a disc record And rappers don’t get creative, and just send a mixed message So fuck an MC battle, the golden era is gone I’ll treat you niggas like 50, I won't even respond Put your mom’s in the rape room and shake the bitch like I'm Saddam Rush a show and stomp you out during one of your songs And I’m not a hypocrite because I'm aggressive and violent I'd be a hypocrite if I was peaceful and silent And I let em’ get away with the shit that they say But I treat em’ like Clear Channel, making em pay For talking reckless, fuck the charm on your necklace Cause who you down with don’t mean shit when you surrounded And who you gone get when your four pounded Your not a boss, pussy, you not even a di-lo You live in a fucking fantasy smoking hydro While me and real niggas divide dough So lie low, and don’t talk to me about disrespecting Cause even Fat Beats rejected my record And now major’s wanna sign me again All the niggas I used to know, tryna find me again I guess eighty thousand sold will do that you fucking new jack And i don't need to wear jewelry to prove that Cause’ three apartments a house and fifty acres will do that [Hook] Hardcore, underground, hustlin' in the streets If you ain't ready to hustle, nigga you don't eat And if you ain't ready to live for this you shouldn't speak Because muthafuckas die for this shit every week Hardcore, underground, hustlin' in the streets If you ain't ready to hustle, nigga you don't eat And if you ain't ready to live for this you shouldn't speak Because muthafuckas die for this shit every week [Verse Two] I'll never be as famous as other rappers in the game is Because I represent what up against the grain is Never trust no body minor or major Cause a persons real religion is their behavior I can stare into your soul when I look in your eyes 4th branch of the government still telling lies Fox News and then New York Post is a joke Nucleus of the yellow journalism yolk And send someone after me if you don't like me You'll be the next nigga to take a bullet for whitey Like the Latinos and blacks in Iraq who come strapped in a wheel chair When they come back Muthafuck that I'm Peruvian coke I can tell if your shits fake I'm the raw version of the crack on you mixtape So don't hate on this advice that I sent from the grave Just remember it before you sign up to be slaves