Kanye Rant

Tia London “Kanye Rant” Im back on my old shit I mean my new shit This is like song 14 on The Blueprint I used to have that Renegade on repeat Way before downloads it was cd’s Pockets filled with a lot of lent Not a cent, gotta vent Lot of innocent lives lost on that project bench Im from the city where niggas die young Babies buy guns, Mothers crying Sons killing their mothers just to stunt What the fuck? Im trying to make sense of it A life now days is valuable as a pair of kicks And these Margiela Pythons they They fit me perfect. lace them up, murder these verses Somewhere along the line I lost my passion for it Or maybe this the passion y’all been asking for? These pussy niggas say I should be rapping more Writer, Rapper, Singer I can dribble titles back and forth Down four in the fourth, but I’m good from the line No I’m good with these lines So many legends fell off, I just get better with time Im still perfecting my craft, Im just waiting on my time My fans say that its now, my fans say that its now But I want to give them some great shit, and great shit it take time Been a long time, tell me have you seen a Chick of my stature, my poise and demeanor Stay up on my toes sort of like a ballerina And the… y’all know the rest You bitches spend a couple thou on a purse Im trying to get a hundred thou for a verse I got so many different styles to work with Meanwhile your silly little style it didn’t work You should go back to work, you should go sale some work Too talented for a 9-5 but I will give you that work See most these niggas just be talking just so they can get heard But all that talking shit the same shit that get your ass murked Ain't trying to be another rap bitch in some Jordans Im trying to make something with purpose and importance Ain't trying to push it back I’m trying to push it forward But all that weak shit y’all making keep pushing us back more Im like a combination of Missy and Lauryn Me and Trax like Missy and Tim, or Pippen and Jordan From the south side of Chicago all the way to the Forbes But I guess you’ll love me more when Im no longer recording Wish Nate Dogg was still alive so he can sing on the chorus Shit would have been better if you put me on the chorus, of course You better hope and pray I stick to singing hooks I was just warming up the pot you never seen me cook, really But with these words Im a chemist Tia London in the booth like Walter White up in that kitchen Move that pen over that white Hope these bars that Im penning Reach my brother through them bars that he sitting behind in prison I miss when music had depth and conviction Intros and Interludes and it was felt in your spirit Remember Marvin Gaye, He used to sing to me He had me feeling like being black was the thing to be Its your life and you decide what to dream to be Don’t ever let this world come and steal your dreams you see See Ye he put his soul in this music Some would say he lost his soul cuz of music Label execs who don’t give a shit controlling the music Its still the people who decide when they get hold of the music And Im a, continue to put my soul in this music Until Im gone and just a soul, You’ll still have my music And Im a do everything that they said I can’t I got them all listening like a Kanye Rant It’s Lo!