Starving Artists

{*scratched: "Do what I believe"*} [Verse 1: Justme] Yeah, yo this is Justme on this track here with Sintax The Terrific We're just two struggling artists; you know what I'm saying, but uh I'm sick of everything these rap stars producing From optical illusions to pop sonic pollution Introducing confusion to what hip-hop is Now Americans gotta learn that from foreign kids I'm warning kids, they don't wanna know what morning is Afraid they won't learn if they don't feel the storm in it Getting harder to do the right things With so much goin wrong up on the bright screen As is shines in they eyes like the skies above From stargazing, it's amazing they don't see the sun But they fighting at night, with no guiding light Outta heart, outta mind if it ain't in sight So many twinkles in their eyes replaced by dollar signs But I'mma shine mine regardless of primetime It's a fine line between fine night and forever But the true light will burn out never, whatever [Hook: Justme] X 2 It's ill being a starving artist (for real) Regardless of what the art is (but still) Some kill to be a starving artist (sooooo) So then it all depends on where your heart is (for real) [Verse 2: Sintax] Yo, I reject the king's table spread with Babylon stones Sintax The Terrific not to live by bread alone So give me a diet of quiet and solitude Revolution is a riot with nothing to prove And yet everything to lose, like never before If we are what we eat then what are we starving for? I mean you must have a reason, don't say it's respect Props ain't worth the drops of sweat on daps you collect Don't say to keep it real, the culture doesn't need you Plus you wouldn't have the skill, dude, to sell out if you willing to Don't say to represent, you ain't a freakin' diplomat Rapping never asked for you to snap on its path I'm just trying to keep it abstract, pack some t-shirts Sacrificing cream doesn't get you just desserts Flirting with the burden, working fingers to the bone Sown a gravel pit a mustard, admit the spot was never blown And let's be honest, you give me a hundred G's I'll dress like Ricky Martin singing ABBA outta key Don't flatter your own artistry, it's not that important Got another people that what matters the most's each morning While you're sacrificing secret, keeping obtuse metaphors Get back to me when hungry isn't trendy anymore Sintax and Justme, we're hungry for the title While some just keep it real, we're trying to keep it vital [Hook] X 2 [Verse 3: Sintax] I threw a party at the crib to see if I could have one Hit the local store, bought food just to flash from Went back to school, see if I could act dumb Kicked my own crotch and tried to fight the reaction Went to Scribble Jam, woulnd't start snappin' Joined a B-Boy crew, wouldn't do the backspin Bought a 22, refused to put a cap in Tempted every appetite to starve every passion Why? You're probably asking, please everlasting Laughing while I'm rapping but I'm crying through this pen Be lucky to get a two, in your internet review And a comment like "He's aight for a Christian dude" Well, here's a point of view and I hope that ya like You do a good review for a dude who can't write Just joking, cause cats have been cruel But if a diamond is a diamond don't qualify it a jewel Independent rule number 9 or maybe 6 Doesn't matter just remember: they think God is a gimmick But pot is legit and Glocks make you legitimate I represent the rock that is higher than my critics "Sintax is dope", that's what Pac and Biggie said Quoting dead rappers just to cop some street cred I go without bread, take this cross instead Cause if believers are behind then I'm ashamed to be ahead Sintax and who? (Just me) Just you Just two struggling artists just doin what we do Sintax and who? (Just me) Just you Just two struggling artists just doin what we do {*scratched: "Down to the chromosomes, I'm the purest to this art form Down to the chromosomes, I'm the purest to this art form Enlight your hope, I touch and let the world catch on"*}