Reef The Lost Cauze - Live As It Gets lyrics

[Scratch Hook] "Lost cause" "Yeah, I'm as live as it gets" - Royce Da 5'9" 'Boom' "Lost cause" "I have mastered, every angle of this rap sh**" - Reef The Lost Cauze [Verse One] They don't make 'em like they used to DJ's don't break 'em like they used to Cause payment what they used to Same route that your favorite rap mags take They won't give you a story unless you payin' for ad space And video countdowns, real sh** come in last place Matter fact, you won't even see it till mad late I miss the wop, I miss givin' the gas face Modern day minstrel, stenciled in black face The game's empty That's why I remain indie It don't matter, I'm met with the same envy Same sh**, different day Same sh**, different pay I'mma do my thing, just in a different way So sit amazed while I'm rippin' stage, spittin' flames Been nice since the days of Fat Albert and Picture Page This is gifted rage I'm holdin' on to the art form, y'all seem eager to just give away [Scratch Hook] [Verse Two] I sit with lit thoughts, bumpin' Big Smalls gettin' pissed off Thinkin' of the game and all it's pitfalls Many get signed and ripped off but never will they get Cauze They just don't get Cauze, so I tell 'em "Get lost" It's the end of the gravy train, time to get off Your man don't feel me, oh well, that's his loss I'm not breakin' my neck or changin' my set To appease these idiots who hear violence and s** Acknowledge the rep See that I won't be denied I'd rather they ignore me for truth then know me for lies I'm not another shoulder gipped MC b**hing cause the industry won't let me in for free Without an entry fee To put it simply I'd rather keep my own identity And build a foundation with my extremities My favorite begins and ends with me Reef The Lost Cauze goin' down in history They'll all remember me [Scratch Hook] [Verse Three] I roll a gram and unfold a plan Blowin' in the wind You see pieces of a broken man Overstand, it's gettin' money like the ocean sands Got me feelin' so cold like a smoker's hands In the world of hip hop, I barely know the land I'm learning the roads, I'm ready to roll again On my trek, got haters on my neck But I'm too concerned about the O's on my check I'm on my best run yet You ain't never drop an album I got four done, I'm on my next one yes Hard work plus talent equals bound to blow The keys to success homeboy, now you know Knowledge is power, consider me muscle bound The ones who used to talk sh** is doin' nothin' now f** a 9 to 5, I just hustle now I don't bless the mic homeboy, I crush it now [Scratch Hook]