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Epilogue Lyrics - Singles - J-live

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"What does it take" 

"to be a great" 

"MC" 

 

If you ask me, it's much more than Master of Ceremonies 

Because a lot of Masquerading Cornballs 

Don't realize it also means Mad Creativity 

In this day and age of mediocrity 

There's two types of rappers that you'll recognize and hear 

But I prefer the ones with the lyrics of the year 

Than the gimmick with the gear and the right puppeteer 

Now you can be the next rock ?? Shakespear 

you're still 10 steps away from having a career 

You step up the plate to earn respect from your peers 

And end up on deck for the remainder of your years 

I suppose this means greatness takes blood, sweat, and tears 

It also takes an industry that doesn't breed fear 

Or pumping all this mindless crap up in your ears 

And ?? in the contrast of what you get to hear 

You got to recognize it's a determined idea 

A righteous young mind is a devil's worst fear 

But when you wanna give the people peace and satisfaction 

Everybody's mama wants a piece of the action 

So now I fall victim to supply and demand 

Immaculate conceptions, born illegitimate 

Destined to be the greatest story ever missed 

Which means its meant to be for whoever's hearing this 

 

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When it's all said and done it should be heard and seen 

'Til this cold-hearted game forces us to change teams 

While the lust for the loot spreads out like gangrene 

So the haves chase their tails while the nots chase their dreams 

As the years chase the days, past the futures, meet fate 

Like your firstborn, waiting for pop's release date 

Postpone, meanwhile, I accumulate means 

To revise and renew what was just heard and seen 

 

It's been stated that I rhyme like God and I ?? like a poet 

One hand ?? the other like Lady Macbeth 

Flip styles like Bela Karolyi 

Warm hearted, cold blooded 

I write like opposite left 

I left opposites right what they left off 

My rights left right-wing as left to right beside me 

Left my right hand man 'cause he left what's right 

And I reserve the right to write 'til I'm free 

'Cause I free styles with my pen, 

That ya'll couldn't if you freestyled all day long 

Literally, this literature designed for one orator 

Stays on the head 

Emcee's emcee, that I be the emcee's emcee 

'Cause I am saying what I am thinking 

Except when my mind's blinking 

My eyes open even when my eyes' drinking 

I's a socializer, but more so with those wiser 

Ask yourself why's a music so misused it's self contained 

And not self sustained 

I myself contemplate this 'til I make myself complain 

Shall my raps stay maintained, wrapped in cellophane 

'Til they're unwrapped by human consumers? 

Emphatically no, so I rap wherever I go 

And let it grow up in your brain like a tumor 

 

[Chorus 2x] 

 

Aiiyo, ya think ya really know me well 

There's more to me than ya mind got room for 

And much much more than a clever verse or two 

That's all you know about me, you ain't even knowing that 

You think I give a fuck whether or not my record sells? 

You're damn right but you see that ain't the way I'm keeping score 

If one million people said it does that make it true 

You judge my music by whether or not my pocket's fat? 

Well, fuck you 

When the cash cow you're milking 

It ain't yours but the job pays well, don't it? 

And if you're lucky you can even get to taste a drop 

We'll see who's happy when you're old but you're not grown 

You see me? Now, yeah, you'll see me later too 

Fucking you up when the vantage point change, don't it? 

I know what's hip, but you determine if it's hop or pop 

You're just a man without a voice, pass the microphone 

I know the diff between written rhymes and freestyles 

You see, for me, it's like having sex or making love 

And you should know by now I'm married to the pad and pen 

But I'm entitled to cheat on her every now and then 

Will your children know the hip hop history? 

Will the songs you hate be shrouded in mystery? 

Don't step to me with your stats and your date smarts 

You know your neighborhood by street signs or landmarks? 

I'm not talking 'bout the first record ever made 

I'm talking 'bout the first one that ever made you 

The first records that I played never played me 

And I can still play 'em today 'cause they stay true 

You know this time I'm only speaking on the timeless 

It makes sense now and then, yeah, now and then 

'Cause now it's making picture perfect sense and then 

It's making picture perfect sense like it did now