Craig Rip - 15 Minutes lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm trying to shake of the blues So I keep rolling them dice like c'mon yo I need new shoes No handouts im out here paying my dues You know the rules show n prove or you fixing to lose Don't get it confused Cause im out here grinding round the time you hitting your alarm on snooze The proofs in the pudding and with all the work I put in I'll be damned if I let somebody tell me I couldn't But now everybody want something like I'm in a place To put you on cause you added me as friends on myspace I'm a keep it real sun I don't got a deal f** you want me to do help you be unsigned to Nah dude I gotta 1st take care a me and mines Realize it goes much deeper than just beats and rhymes Each lines designed as a stop look and listen sign Free the mind and at the same time keep the music live… [Hook] The worlds just a stage everybody is on You can only get played by the game so long Its 15 minutes Give yah 15 minutes After 15 minutes you're gone… [Verse 2] Nowadays everybody wanna debate who's the greatest Biasedly basing they statements on the rich and the famous Dick riders name drop the same people and places Claiming a 1st name basis with Diddy and Clive Davis Labels want a Elvis situation reinstated So they can re-write our history and tell us they made it Them Hip-Hop police and federal agents Keep staking out the shows and making bullsh** cases The DJ's don't really give a f** what you saying Long as the payola paying then somebody'll play it Same 3 songs rotating on rap radio stations Like f** if its creative as long as the beat is banging Kids no longer separate life from entertainment And with all the gangsta sh** no one explains an affidavit Your ghostwriters ain't coming out to your arraignment Emulating your favorite rappers a painstaking engagement Backstabbers backstage with smiling faces Put on Oscar worthy attempts full of obvious hatred The games gone global and the stakes are elevated But this started in the park making hits in the basement Don't forget it… [Hook] [Verse 3] I stepped up in this game ditty bopping Who rock and get it popping like grand wizard needle dropping Not into share cropping for some cracker picking cotton I just keep it Hip to the Hid Op and don't stop it But now everybody telling me 30's the new 20 And eventually im a blow up like it was meant to be sh** I don't got no time to wait on fate My old Earth been sick and the bills are late So when that mystical, magical, majestical day happen I'll be dragging them haters from the back of the bandwagon Half of um won't understand the j**els that I gave um Other half still pronouncing my name Haysen Salem So lets get better acquainted as I deliver the proof Raw emotion every time that I steps in a booth So just I case I wasn't properly introduced Mom dukes call me Sanni you could call me the truth……