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The Procussions
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The Fringe
[Verse 1 Stro Elliot：]
Disillusional fool stuck in menial moonstruck museums
Seeing nothing but the back of a tool truck
Believing I could fix somethin, gon' get somethin boy now fetch that
Cheese on top of that mouse trap, but we ain't no clown rats
We built this city on sound tracks
And drive the locomotives around that
Promoters and town reps, claim to have a stake in it all yet
They only place a stake when the ground's wet
They sit and clap for this custodian rap music
And use it for amusement and lack the means to do it
In jest, throw a nickel in the hat as a gesture
Court of a couple kings showing their rings to jesters
And bet money they bleed before they leave get relieved
Of these things, out of need not of greed you breed theives
And blame us, offering a piece of that fame
But, the owners of the masters became us
So now what
[Hook:]
What's that
We want a little
They want it all
They gonna get it
I want a piece of my own, I'm stuck in the middle
I want a piece of my own, I'm stuck in the middle
What's that
I want a little
They got it all
I'm gonna get it
[Verse 2 Mr. J. Medeiros:]
I got'em stuck off the purchase price
Hustling a verse that's twice that of the worth
Of any corny rappers merchandise
They outta luck and couldn't work the dice
Bustin' through the surface ice
Must've been they trusted in the worst advice
[Stro Elliot:]
That folklore the broke where a yoke for
That's choking these throats sore with hope'd for's
Closed doors and glass ceilings
Asked to mask feelings
With a flask half full of that trash and bad dealings
[Mr. J. Medeiros:]
Villains get made when the minimum wage is
Lower than the minim for living these days its
No wonder why these kids in a daze
[Stro Elliot:]
They out number the rich
[Mr. J. Medeiros:]
But on the fringe living criminal ways
[Stro Elliot:]
Not on the hinge where the pendulum sways
From these towers
[Mr. J. Medeiros:]
These cowards who bleed these hours to feed powers
Ain't a thug I believe in
[Stro Elliot:]
Drug I could breath in
[Mr. J. Medeiros:]
Strong enough to beat this love for reason
When everything I've heard is perverted
I preserve my words from absurd and blurred verdicts
The curb servants see her skirted inside the moon light
Flirting with goons burning spoons
See how the fumes bite
Streets like a balloon fight
Eatin' with two teeth got two blue feet that don't move right
Extortion when rappers glorify this misfortune
I abhor the lies that walk the line of distortion
Get your check voided paying respects
To get you exploited
[Stro Elliot:]
Wept for it they faced death and traded sex for it
[Mr. J. Medeiros:]
Explore it see the text get exported
See we ignorant no contest or context for it
Ignore it
Play it loud and vicarious
Too important to be proud in all carelessness
Some blame rappers but I blame their fans
They both making a name off the chains of man
[Hook:]
What's that
We want a little
They want it all
They gonna get it
I want a piece of my own, I'm stuck in the middle
I want a piece of my own, I'm stuck in the middle
What's that
I want a little
They got it all
I'm gonna get it
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