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The Index was song I wrote to cover how I felt about the music industry in general and hip or should I say "Rap" at the time.
lyrics
Verse 1
The game’s trumped up with all these beat makers, all these sneak haters, cocaine abusers, street beef fakers.
I mean paper’s gotten so out of hand, that every young fifth grader’s got a getting’ money scam.
Who’s the man, amongst all these little boys, who sing about these little toys, that go back in the chest of their executive employer’s
I’m a destroyer, of those ring tone dudes who’s songs annoy us. I’m like Roy but I’m a lot less arrogant, apparent when my vocal chords get to flarin’
It’s like staring down the barrel of a whatever when I touch, I could pull the trigger on a the J like Kobe in the clutch
This is the prelude and index and all things in-between, the flow is nice, but the delivery is mean.
What I mean by statements I’m a king, My process of flow is sort of like a currency machine.
You’re an idiot if you try to swim against the stream. My flow is simply natural like bottled water springs.(16)
I aint saying I’m the man, but I know who’s pullin’ the strings, dude I’m golfing with global presidents of Mars Drinks.
I refuse to look at videos and what they watch, that shit’ll still your dreams, and make off like Madoff, I’ve witness to the death of auto-tune and Hope that shit stays off,
I’m the final second shooter at the end of the playoffs, in my contract year, looking for major payoffs; I’ve got a contract here so my tip you could stay off.
I don’t need the false sense of security, thinking that this music could be financially secure me urgently
Detergent please, I’m bout to wash hands of you, I’m chasing wealth, and you’ll be dead before the man trusts you.
But that’s elders way of thinking, I guess I came a long way from them days back at Lincoln.
Place your mark upon the dotted line then sambo for moolah; what’s young money next to an old money ruler?
School of fort Knox foreign currency exchange, man you the type to sell your foreign currency for chains!(32)
Forget a mansion, let’s talk about estates, buying out the bar is not the same as owning vineyards full of grapes.
I never made a dime off the music but I bet will, The reality of life has proved to me to be a better thrill
I swore I gave it up, but it seems I’m getting’ better still, I’ve moved up from a pen to writing rhymes with a feather quill
Guess who’s back, since this is a new age I got a Zeitgeist hat
I swear I’m a veteran, I been said I been through with this music pipe dream but I never am(42)
Pressure been building like the pipes about to spill over, even at the beginning I’m knowing that it’s still over
I didn’t have to sell dope to make dollas, naw Hov did that, so John Graham aint have to go through that.
Hurry Up & Wait is where I tried to show you that, I could make songs without the N- word, hoes and crack(48)
credits
from
Ascension Methods,
track released July 4, 2010
Original beat can be found on Jay'Z's "Kingdom Come" album. Origianl title is "The Prelude"
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