I've been a menace since Denis and Sam Kinison.
Take a pinch off a nickel bag, While I swig of the gin and then,
Back to killin' em. Till im fucking shipping a million,
Until then, Imma be sitting here straight grilling' em.
Cuz cash still rules everything around me...
Music is a business and talent is fucking drowning.
No joke... Im getting tired of this Lifestyle.
Bout to hit it raw when im cumming in for the mic now.
Tip the cash cow, Starved and reckless.
Wish I could sign to Young Money just to pawn the neckless.
Until then Im hitting bodegas for breakfast,
Praying to go that I get approved for my credit.
That aint the half. My whip games pathetic.
Shit... My cars got the stereo you play cassettes with.
And thats alright... Im just down to my last tape.
And Illmatics great, But my shit eats tapes!
More static! Im bout to wreck and cause damage.
For Lettuce, Paper, Skrilla, Cabbage.
Call me a hater, No fuck it call me a savage.
If a rich rappers missing... Yall know how it happened.
Now Stand Up.
All broke ass people throw your hands up.
Start pumping your fists, Get em amped up.
For my Quarter Water Kids, Heres the Anthem (Heres the Anthem) (2x)
Only thing certain, Is im headed for debt.
I dropped my first LP with an unemployment check.
Flipped my investment, But I aint done yet.
So imma give you all a 2nd just to slaughter your deck.
For the respect. My shit will slam through the damn monitor.
Leaving as the opening act, With some sad followers.
Yall wanna hate me? Fuck it come join the club.
I aint rapping for the thugs, Im something the ladies love.
And even if you paint me as another lazy scrub.
Im guaranteed to get the pus, Before you even slip the tongue.
Spot me, Live at the 7 11
Out in the front with a Slurpee chasing down some Exederine.
Probably dreaming up a scheme to get leverage.
You think a ski mask and pellet gun can bring the bread in?
Could of headed in, But through divine intervention.
Found a buck for a scratch off, and turned it to 37...
It doesn't pay to be lyrical...
Used to jack for beats and now Im boosting for cereal.
If I ever make it big it must be some sort of miracle...
Must of died broke... Count how many cop my material...
Now Stand Up.
All broke ass people throw your hands up.
Start pumping your fists, Get em amped up.
For my Quarter Water Kids, Heres the Anthem (Heres the Anthem) (2x)
credits
from SELF TITLED (2012),
track released June 10, 2011
Written By : C.Cerchio aka Solo For Dolo
Produced By : Marco Polo
Recorded At : SWAN7 (BKLYN, NYC)
Recoded By : Zach Botham
Mixed At : Mecry Sounds (NYC)
Mixed By : Cus
Mastered At : Asbury Media (Asbury Park, NJ)
Mastered By : Roger "Re-kon" Quinn
Cover Art : Solo For Dolo
Contact : parkviewprojects@gmail.com
Recorded at the rapper's Brooklyn apartment during lockdown, this album offers poignant reflections on the uncertain decisions defining the uncharted territory of today's reality. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 21, 2020
