Mass Appeal

Lyrics for Mass Appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal No way you'll never make it Come with the weak shit, I break kids Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass A lot of rappers be like one time wonders Couldn't see a fly rhyme if there was one right under Their noses, I hate those motherfuckin' posers But I'm so real to them it's scary And with my unique skills, nah, you can't compare me And no we don't make wack tracks And all the suckers get pushed back when I'm kickin' real facts I represent set up shit like a tent boy You're paranoid 'cause you're a son like Elroy And you'd be happy as hell to get a record deal Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal Mass appeal Oh yes, I'm greater than all MC's when I breeeze, give me room please I be like fascinatin' when I be updatin' Cuttin' off wack kids, pullin' their trump cards I thump hard, and make 'em say that I'm God Niggas be pretendin' they hardcore Never know the meaning of (real hardcore) But I get props like a slogan and no man Could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam Lyrically deaf and connecting complete mic wrecking No double checking vocals kill like weapons But if I have to I go all out with no mic Yeah that's right 'cause I survived mad fights And for my peeps I truly care 'Cause without some of them I wouldn't be here And they all know how I feel 'Cause suckers be like playin' themselves to have mass appeal Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal I know I'm dope but don't wet that I've suffered setbacks but now I'm makin' greenbacks Just like baggy slacks I'm crazy hip-hop Check one two and you don't stop Your head'll bop when I drop my crop Of pure bomb, just like the seashore I'm calm But wild, with my monotone style Because I don't need gimmicks Gimme a fly beat and I'm all in it Word is bond I go on and on For you it's tragic I got magic like wands So I'ma end this lecture and I betcha Those who kick dirt and do time, I'm gonna get cha 'Cause I be kickin' the real While they be losin' the race tryin' to chase mass appeal Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal Mass appeal, mass appeal, mass appeal, mass appeal