Story Behind The Song

A SONG ABOUT ARTISTIC INTEGRITY AND TRUE TO ONE'S SELF

Lyrics

GENUINE ART
Chorus; genuine art from a genuine artist
Right down til? the day I depart this
You want fantasy then look elsewhere,
It?s all real over here I got?s no fear


V.1
Genuine art from a genuine artist,
I didn?t start this but now I?m the hardest
Human being to harnest the spoken word,
I left my hometown just to conquer the world
And show the small minded success is all mental,
I?m from the islands but I think continental
And these days earth ain?t even big enough,
That?s why I?m shipping packages to mars and venus,
Some rappers be saying things that?s so absurd,
Fabricating realities just to be heard,
I can?t speak for others,what have or haven?t occurred,
As for me the only thing I truly have is my word,
I never shot nobody,sell no keys,
Roll with ole g?s or smoke no weed,
I can only be me and if not I can?t see
Myself surviving this game cause I ain?t got a plan be

Chorus

V.2
I got a cool disposition but I?m a predator,
Leave the oceans alone cause yo it?s betta to,
Swim with small fish than compete with all this
You can?t overhaul this,the only thing you can call this
Is true,virtuous,on the real,authentic
If it came from my lips you can bet that I meant it
This is my version of how it must go
I bring a real dope flow with renewed gusto,
This game was so weak,needed a shot in the arm,
Some West Indian flavour,Caribbean charm
I know you tired of the fakes,the facades and frauds
I ain?t the best just the realest and that?s what you want

Chorus

V.3
Suddenly life has changed and my range is wider,
I?ve gone from a pauper to a constant provider,
The game decider,the go-to man
And to my loyal fans I meet harsh demands
Kinda makes ya wonder,does this man ever blunder,
No my son I spit and hit like thunder
Her?s a chilling piece of news in case you never knew it,
Just tell me it can?t be done and I?mma do it,
Cause I?m tough like a pachyderm with the kind of mind
That?s built for success,grit and grind,
I love a good laugh just like I love to rhyme,
You twist your face to look hard I?m giggling every time
At you faking the sh.. and calling it niceness,
To me it?s more a case of identity crisis,
That?s why this game hasn?t grown for so many years,
And why the industry is bleeding and fiending to hear

Chorus

Written by Norman Pile
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