Suckers

Verse 1: Man, they got my head all busted Tried to tell me I was unproductive Doin' all these songs that they don't wanna fuck with Shit from the heart, but they don't wanna touch it And they said art's really not in the budget Tried to get smart, but they wanted that dumb shit Not the same concept they wanted to run with You know who I am? Yo, you must have the wrong Grip Cut all the long skits, you ain't De La A crossover hit? Sorry, you ain't Hey Ya You need a get a new style or they won't play 'ya But what style, exactly, they won't say-a Now they got me fucked, not trustin' my instinct I just try to bubble like soap in a dish-sink Distinct feeling I'm being misunderstood It's all good? Yo, that's not what Grip thinks Chorus: You take a good thing and you ruin it Come to my hood, don't think of doin' it I don't know who you think you're foolin' with To all the suckers, I love you anyway You're the best at bein' the worst, you know Your disease is irreversible Oh, please don't take it personal To all the suckers, I love you anyway Verse 2: Damn, they tryin' to change the name, man A whole new direction, change the game plan Switch it all around so it's not the same and The people still front 'cuz it's not a name brand Yo, they tried to kill me, I seen the hangman But I'm dumb smart, so they call me Rain Man Wait -- if I'm smart, why'd I give away all of my songs for a song? I'm not as smart as I say, damn So while you look cool in your Ray-Bans I'm still in Broakland where I'm coolin' like a fan I'm cool with my eight fans I'm on my way up I stay up like the tray table is when the plane lands We make jams for the layman The everyday person who can't stand the B.S., and P.S Rec-League, and I know we're fresh Yo, it ain't no contest Chorus Bridge: Damn... And I don't need a love like that 'Cuz they told me they love my track And they want me to call right back All I got was a dial tone Man... But the hate only made me stronger Why you think that I make these songs for? I remember the days that you long for When hip-hop was a cultural milestone... Yo, I had a dream last night, it was crazy Industry rule number four thousand and eighty These labels all hate me My girl had to shake me to wake me I screamed out "Don't let 'em take me!" Chorus