6 Minutes

Six minutes, I'm on Six minutes, I'm on It's a long way from Knowle West to Hollywood I've never seen a triple beam From LA to NY I eat pork, make 'em scream Six minutes, I'm on I'm premenstrual I bleed because I'm not a vegetable I'm on Six minutes, I'm on Lies don't suit me I think it's my duty to say I don't like guns And in them comes spoil The rude boys funds I'm resilian I don't just wanna make a million And if the radio shows, throw low blows We do this with or without the airplay Like a cycle forget about Michael Like a cycle forget about Michael [?] I'm gonna take this time out for a promotional click Durban Poison artist are the smartest In this industry full of vomit My voodoo make 'em sick My voodoo make 'em sick My voodoo make 'em sick Now when people got a good thing They want to make it a bigger thing Bulletproof from the truth Now it's gone to far And all the tough guys are dropping like flies Like old styles and riches and those industry bitches I heard they're taking over the benches To be high paid wenches Forget the champaign at the bar You need A&R Is this making music or money? I can't make my mind up They think they're safe cause they're signed up You're under contracts that brakes those backs You brag and boast, now, look-a-here I'm controlling my destiny, I control my career Now when people got a good thing They want to make it a bigger thing Bulletproof from the truth Now it's gone to far And all the tough guys are dropping like flies Like old styles and riches and those industry bitches I hear they're taking over the benches To be high paid wenches