Immortal Technique - Street Hustle lyrics

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Immortal Technique - Street Hustle lyrics

[Intro]: I see a lot of muthaf**az talk about getting money All my life I see n***as talk rich and cry broke I know some of you n***as is starving You know the industry f**ed up right now Record sales in the toilet Executives scared to lose they job [Verse One: Immortal Technique] You can never hide the truth from Immortal Technique n***as is happy to sell a hundred thousand in the first week And retailers is right there watching you You move with extortion, co-op a dollar a unit The record industry wants a messiah to come again So they can rape him for his masters and his publishing How the f** n***as sell half a million CD's, but can't sellout S.O.B.s? While payola play, and I never thought I'd see the day (never) When Soundscan is stronger than a disc record And rappers don't get creative, and just send a mixed message So f** an MC battle, the golden era is gone I'll treat you n***as like 50, I won't even respond Put your mom's in the rape room and shake the b**h like I'm Saddam Rush a show and stomp you out during one of your songs And I'm not a hypocrite because I'm aggressive and violent I'd be a hypocrite if I was peaceful and silent And I let em' get away with the sh** that they say But I treat em' like Clear Channel, making em pay For talking reckless, f** the charm on your necklace Cause who you down with don't mean sh** when you surrounded And who you gone get when your four pounded Your not a boss, p**y, you not even a di-lo You live in a f**ing fantasy smoking hydro While me and real n***as divide dough So lie low, and don't talk to me about disrespecting Cause even Fat Beats rejected my record And now major's wanna sign me again All the n***as I used to know, tryna find me again I guess eighty thousand sold will do that you f**ing new jack And i don't need to wear j**elry to prove that Cause' three apartments a house and fifty acres will do that [Hook] Hardcore, underground, hustlin' in the streets If you ain't ready to hustle, n***a you don't eat And if you ain't ready to live for this you shouldn't speak Because muthaf**as die for this sh** every week Hardcore, underground, hustlin' in the streets If you ain't ready to hustle, n***a you don't eat And if you ain't ready to live for this you shouldn't speak Because muthaf**as die for this sh** every week [Verse Two] I'll never be as famous as other rappers in the game is Because I represent what up against the grain is Never trust no body minor or major Cause a persons real religion is their behavior I can stare into your soul when I look in your eyes 4th branch of the government still telling lies Fox News and then New York Post is a joke Nucleus of the yellow journalism yolk And send someone after me if you don't like me You'll be the next n***a to take a bullet for whitey Like the Latinos and blacks in Iraq who come strapped in a wheel chair When they come back Muthaf** that I'm Peruvian coke I can tell if your sh**s fake I'm the raw version of the crack on you mixtape So don't hate on this advice that I sent from the grave Just remember it before you sign up to be slaves