Tumi and The Volume - What It's All About lyrics

[Hook] Ask your mamma what it's all about Don't look at me, I'm just a rapper - nothing more than that "Then what you doing with a mic in your hand? You gotta make use of the music - you a puppet or man?" Ask your teacher what it's all about Don't look at me, I'm just emceeing, nothing more than that "Then what you on the podium selling people Phony-a** sh**, like a zodiac shrink?" I gotta use words strong for you I got a two verse song for you But you don't want to You want a groove that'll offer you A chance to do your moves Not your only shoes, let's go [Verse 1: Tumi] Now when the opportune appears, once in a lunar year It's too severe for you to hear the truth is here The Tumi version, Volume's the word, move suburban crews No use to burn them, rather use their verbal attributes To learn them, like the school's a**erted The students learn, but the rumor surfaced That the universes only school the fervent with the hugest purses I do the work, and k** the bills too, like Uma Thurman Give me loot, convert it into soup I eat if you prefer it From all the shoot and murder, blacker blacker, who deserve a Proper shot of food preserver like a barbecue and burger Word up, the purpose served, work the nerve Of a CEO interpreter who's sitting on the verge of what Only he knows the worth because CDs afford him earnings So he bleeds me to the vertibrae I heard 'em say, that the word I spray Get 'em nervous, dazed, confused They say I'm rude, I want to get paid - F you! So go 'head... [Hook] [Verse 2: Tumi] After the show, there's always a couple that wanna know How you mapping your flow, and where you wanna go And six years after, what's your vision for Africa? Man, I'm just a rapper, give me a break - stop that When you at a stop light, see your favorite rock star He don't got the answers to your love life, stop that You better off calling your moms, or strolling along Trying to work it out, you could only grow strong It's the 21st Century, everywhere celebrities Billboards are the only books we ever read Your mamma knows better than me, I just happen to be One of three million rappers playing their part in this piece Raise my fees, I ain't waste my speech My people keep battling hunger and HIV You need a pharmacist, not some conscious sh** Turn the music down, talk to your pops a bit [Hook] [Outro: Tumi] Ayo, think about those kids in the street With no bedding or sheets, the cold gets to their feet Their toes, they get to freeze But most definitely, my flows stretching the beat Ayo, listen to me, I wrote lessons to teach The person that I am is far deeper than my name I got the blood of kings and pharoahes seeping through my vein A generation of a people surviving The worst situations like "We can define pain" I'm not a biter, I'm a writer for myself and others I say a Zubz rhyme, I'm only bigging up my brother Bigging up my culture, and it goes much further than...