The Procussions - The Fringe lyrics

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 gla** 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 d**h and traded s** 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