DJ Shalem - s**ers lyrics

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 f** with sh** 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 sh** 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 f**ed, 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 s**ers, 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 s**ers, 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 k** 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