8ball - The artist pays the price lyrics

How do you think it would feel to go around the world in a day? [repeat] [Chorus:] The artist pays the price so you won't have to pay (Around the world in a day) If only we would listen to what they have to say We all go through changes to get to where we're going We have to learn a life of sacrifice (yeah, yeah, yeah) To keep on growin' Yeah Life is for learnin Remember this And learn from life Think about the players in the past who died in sacrifice Some died in wars for a country that oppressed them Some died preachin—prayin for God to bless them I am one of the blessed, born to bring the world poetry Hip-hop, musically—expressing what's inside of me Some find me entertaining. Some find me marketable A potential Black millionaire so that makes me targetable Low-lifes and fork-tongued devils get easy access Flashin me faces, making empty promises Soggy n***as sign contracts and make deals Rappin bout who they k**ed Talking bout they keeping it real Hardcore homicidal, kingpins of the century Need to quit rappin and leave this sh** to the real MC's But ain't no chance Opposing forces got the upper hand Do as they command to keep them from suffering [Chorus] See, I don't know everything But my opinion I will voice As long as I can choose I'll choose the right or the wrong choice Addicted to Hip-hop beats And hoes that can't stay out the streets Tryin to make a dollar Without a n***a havin to rob and cheat Got me hustling Twenty-four-seven Three-sixty-five Coast to coast Mic-checkin Keeping the party alive Engrave my name in the minds of those Who bob to this Slang and rob to this Jack and rob to this Herbs and meditation made a pill when I put it down But individual perception will change each phrase around Different towns Ain't none of this sh** like Orange Mound Players unified, digging on my mellow sound Exec's Get big ole fat checks For makin deals While soldiers like me in the fields Down there getting k**ed When this is all over If I could do it again, I do it twice Before and after me, the artist will always pay the price [Chorus] The industry Full of broke n***as tryin to make a comeback Rappin bout that bullsh** Over them weak-a** tracks Judging me When around the globe, ain't nothing the same Think how the world would be if none of this hit had ever changed Ain't like it used to be when hip-hop belonged to you and me sh** got sugar coated—modified for tv n***as like me, don't give a f** about commercial air time Forced underground, ain't nothing commercial bout my rhymes Rather be broke or slinging dope than hold my tongue back n***as who put on acts get they a** beat up and jacked I'm not a k**er—just a poet tryin to survive, n***a Given the choice to ride or die, I chose to ride, n***a I'm paying the price for all the real MC's after me Be a artist, not a slave for the industry I'm paying the price for all the real MC's after me Be a artist, not a slave for the industry [Chorus] Full of them trees On them Hennesy's f**in with them G's