Rip Rap (instrumental)

I just want to rock and be famous
And have my fifteen minutes to do some entertaining
I'll snort cobwebs and sleep with starlets
Everybody's got a dream, mine's to be a harlot

Never had one until last year
When the last beer of the night was raised
I found myself crazed
Eying crowds fighting over space

Looking all around the sound I faced
Was raised fists and applause
This thought'd crossed my mind
But still I barely paused

'Cause I've mined the grapevine for the motive
'Cause and the sort of laws applied
The ride stopped when he said
Exactly the same thing as she said

Real rap don't be dead, don't be led astray
Keep calm and on beat and don't forget to pray
Staying street in the gutter, I mutter the butter rhymes
All the better to bring out the goods in the tough times

The times they change and people they get stranger
The best minds of our times are in the gravest danger
'Cause if it's not right then it must be left alone on its own
To pursue it due death

I was purged when life merged with a bigger head office
All about prophets on their lawns they burn crosses
In their homes they burn incense to ward off the lawless
In this sense an immense force became a colossus

Now I'm sitting in an office that I call my room
Trying to make enough money to cover the rent
And I am absolutely sick of not being a rock star
I guess I'm gonna have to give a little more head

This is my rap song for everything that's gone wrong
That you couldn't keep a lid on and so on and so on
I give you one to grow on until I bid you so long
You got to be so strong, so c'mon, c'mon

Let me take you on journey to back in the day
When we used less words, when we had something to say
When the words meant more at the shows we'd play
Because it was all just fun at the end of the day

I remember when we used to play in the grass
Didn't have a quest and knew it wouldn't last
But must one fail for another to pass?
I'm getting credit for the freshness while cutting the class

Josh Martinez, I been here the whole time
Cramming slam poets into toe jam line by line
My sign is the lion and I'm five foot ten
I'm always eating all the time but still I'm staying thin

And when it's raining staying in and drinking gin
And when it's hot I'm out a lot in nature
Taking in the sights and nomenclature
I'm twenty three years old and I look great naked
Gold in my eyes and I think I make it

But just as I try to take a bite of the pie
It was taken away from I and I don't know why
I don't have a piece yet for me to even eat
So I'm sitting here trying to kick it clear over this rap beat

This is my rap song for everything that's gone wrong
That you couldn't keep a lid on and so on and so on
I give you one to grow on until I bid you so long
You got to be so strong, so c'mon, c'mon

Why am I waiting?
If I'm not hungry what the fuck is this craving?
For more roof raising, amazing giving and taking
I'm always doing free shows with no hesitation, frustrated
I just want to be appreciated

Finally got my shit out on vinyl and I made it
And so it was fated, getting faded on soul control
Sold a few songs, strung along, paid the toll
Records start to sell everybody gets bitter
Lets a little glitter gold, get a hold of the soul

And this designated hitter wouldn't take one on the chin
So we went our separate ways and now I'm out and they in
I'm gone with the wind that comes on with the storm
That wipes out the farms that leave their lights on

You gotta lock your doors
Never sure who's gonna show up
Throw up those hands
If you want to be down

If I'm not mistaken, I'm good at what I do
I rap my intellect to tap into the tapestry of being true
Who said you could steal my club mix?
Let the kizzy get bizzy and love it

Chicka, chicka, I'm on my shit
Deliver live shows too dope to forget
I rock five mics on four tracks
I'm three albums deep and it all led to this one hit
So don't sleep