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letra de a & r - absent minded (sweden)

[intro]
-yo i hope these mothaf-ckas gon’ answer me
-h-llo
-yeah, yeah, yo this fre- this rap funky dope records?
– word
-yeah, let me speak to the a & r
-uh, one moment caller
-d-mn man this mothaf-cka..
-h-llo who am i talkin’ to?

[chorus]
the only reason kid, why i’m callin’ you
you gots to f-ckin’ keep it real or they come for you
they got sticks and gats and army hats
a & r men who have grudge with real rap
so don’t cross over kid hold ya own ground
tell them soft boy them can’t deal with the sound
you gotta be awake, you won’t win if you don’t play
this is what i’m tellin’ a & r’s every day

[verse 1]
landscapes it shapes rappers own demo tapes
strugglin’ like i been strugglin’ just to make the papes (what’s up n-gga?)
the green paper with the dead presidents (uh huh)
releasin’ stress in my residence (oh yeah i understand)
my name has been on contracts since 1989 (what?)
six years of hard h-ll, still tryna prove mine (ooh that’s f-cked up)
while i’ve been pavin’ ways for vultures in the business
you be gassin’ rappers head, i think you n-ggas stop this (uh no i don’t copy that)
hard hittin’ hard workin’ o-b-s n-gga
try to pull the ghetto out of me but it gets bigga ([?])
people don’t know that they’ve been sleepin’ on a timebomb
i manifest my rhyme at night while you bein’ calm ([?])
i bring forth the [?] that makes your brain splatter
all upon these four walls like horror movies
there’s no escapin’ the fact that i be broke (yeah)
but i still rise like tyson from the smoke
[chorus]
the only reason punk, why i’m callin’ you
you gots to f-ckin’ keep it real or we come for you
we’ve got sticks and gats and army hats
a & r men who have grudge with real rap
so don’t cross over kid hold ya own ground
tell them soft boy them can’t deal with the sound
you gotta be awake, you won’t win if you don’t play
this is what i’m tellin’ a & r’s every day

[verse 2]
the pleasure comes from relaxation mental m-st-rbation
lyrical poetry will rain like ej-cul-tion
my stormy past says my future will be clear
the forecast blessed my pops seed ’cause i’m in here
not losin’ ground although it feels like i’m slippin’
in ’95 the mic’s the only steel that i be grippin’
and if i deal with switches it’s on the twentyfour
not only makin’ mixes but i be rhymin’ ’till my brains off
now i got ten fingers on the industry
the concrete foundation is my ticket through the misery
i seen it happen to many of us
yo they made that green cash and stock crash of the stardust
could it happen to me? i’m only human
burnin’ off the mic so hard that it be fumin’
loungin’ in the bas-m-nt with my boys makin’ mad tracks
beggin’ on my knees, please for y’all to put it on wax
[chorus]
the only reason shmuck, why i’m callin’ you
you gots to f-ckin’ keep it real or we come for you
they got sticks and gats and army hats
a & r men who have grudge with real raps
so don’t cross over kid hold ya own ground
tell them soft boy them can’t deal with the sound
you gotta be awake, you won’t win if you won’t play
this is what i’m tellin’ a & r’s every day

[interlude]
sir i can’t continue this conversation with you
if you, if you have to use this profanity
i mean we will ask the record company
and we try do whatever we try to do for you
but you keep d-gg-n’ us

[verse 3]
time to face the crowd, i’m ready to rock the spectator
who’s standin’ there, play it cool like a refrigerator (yeah)
sh-t he’s realer than the realest of the real
even the realest of the real can’t feel the way i feel (okay)
all of y’all is lucky i don’t own a gun
’cause i’d be strictly poppin’ a&r’s just for fun (that’s a threat man)
then i take control, the soul controller of the biz of showbiz
with no heart, that’s what it’s really is
it’s sickenin’ yo we see it all go down
but my people overstand ’cause they recognize the sound
yo life in general is good to me
but it’s pluggin’ my lifeline when i have to pay a sample fee
this is pure p-n-s envy
come on this is the ninetys can’t we all get along?
or do you want my credits ’cause i stole from ya song?
let me slide, it all comes back rollin’ with the tide
[chorus]
the only reason b-tch, why i’m callin’ you (hold on i’m n0body’s b-tch)
you gots to f-ckin’ keep it real or we come for you (i’m n0body’s)
we’ve got sticks and gats and army hats
a & r men who have grudge with real raps (sir? sir?)
so don’t cross over kid hold ya own ground (sir?)
tell them soft boy them can’t deal with the sound ([?])
you gotta be awake, you won’t win if you won’t play
this is what i’m tellin’ a & r’s every day

[outro]
sir i don’t think we can give you a deal
you just too angry right now
you just[?]
but your just too angry now sir
sir now i understand you’re p-ssed off with the work we’re doin’
[?]——-

- absent minded sweden

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