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Immortal Technique- The Message And The Money

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TESTO ORIGINALE:

Artist: Immortal Technique
Album: Revolutionary vol.2
Song: The Message And The Money

--- testo preso da www.ohhla.com
--- tradotto da LordKnowsIAmOne
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Before we go any further
I would like to send a message to all the underground MCs out there working hard
The time has come to realize your net worth in the market
And stop being a fucking commodity
And if you didn't understand what I just said
Then you are already waiting to get fucked
For example a lot of these promoters are doing showcases
Throwing events and not even paying the workhorses
They trying to get us to rock for the love of HIP HOP
Or rock for the exposure
Now look man, I don't mind doing a guest spot for my peeps
Or doing a benefit show
But don't lie to me pussy
Because I find out that I am paying your light bill
I'm fucking you up nigga
Besides, you ain't doing this for the love, you ain't doing this for the exposure
You're charging up-to ten dollars on the door
And you ain't trying to give me shit?
So wait a minute
You want me to go shopping, cook the food and put it in front of you
But you won't let me sit down to eat with you?
What the fuck is that?
Niggas need to start playing their position man
Just 'cause you throwing a party or hosting an event
Or an open mic, or a showcase, or a battle
That don't make you important at all.
Without me, and everybody like me out there
You ain’t nothing but a good idea motherfucker
So fucking stay in your place
And to all these bitch arse ANRs that are too lazy to come up with a way to sell records
So they keep recycling marketing schemes and imagery
Come on, there's a market for everything man
There's a market for pet psychologists, nigga
There's a market for twisted shit fetish videos
For nipple rings
For River-dancing
For chocolate covered roaches
But you can't find one for cultured hardcore reality in HIP HOP?
People like you, the house nigga executives and them rich motherfuckers that own you
You the motherfucking machine, man
You and all these niggas talking about the same shit
With the same flow
Over the same candy-ass beats
But I refuse to feed the machine
And I am not giving any magazine money
So maybe my album won't get 5 mics, or XXL, or 5 discs or whatever man
Fuck it!
But then again, you don't own me, and none of you niggas ever will
If I am feeling what you fight for then I am rolling with you 'til the end
But if not, then fuck you!
And the more that producers, MCs, DJs and independent labels start to grab
The conceptuality of what their contribution to the business of HIP HOP is,
Rather than just the music,
The more the industry will be forced to change.
Oh
And once last thing
You don't have to agree with everything that I said
But don't ever be condescending to me
Bigging up your wack ass friends that rhyme and being like
"Oh yea, Immortal Technique, he's aiiiight."
No nigga, your mum's pussy that's "aiiiight"
Your peoples getting shot dead in the street, that's "aiiight"
I'm the motherfucking Immortal Technique nigga
The message and the money
And you ain't got either
Remember that.

"You see the black race can't afford you no more.
Oh there used to be a time, when we'd see somebody like you
Singing, clowning, "yassabossing" and we wouldn’t do anything.
Folks liked that, you were good
A homie kinda nigga.
When they needed someone to mistreat, to call a name or two,
They paraded you.
(It) reminded them of the good old days.
Not no more.
The day to "get you" is gone boy, and you going with it."

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