Story Behind The Song
A hiphop soundbed by Douglas Amell, to which Kaper and Du Damage added lyrics and melody as well as vocal performance.
Song Description
A song about the artificiality of the music industry and the frustration of an artist trying to make it in it.
| Song Length |
3:13 |
Genre |
Rap - West Coast, Rap - Hip Hop |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Disturbed, Outraged |
Subject |
Musician, Show Biz |
| Similar Artists |
Drake, Kendrick Lamar |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
I will not let you blow smoke up chimney.
I will not let you blow smoke up chimney.
You are not my conscience, You are not Jiminy, That means you cannot 360 nor pivot me.
Hold up I come in peace, But don't get it twisted, I'll put this Big Mac on your ass.
I just had an epiphany,
Due to these internet contracts, I guess the producer who made this beat,
Is the only industry cat got my back.
Salute to him, Salute to me,
Because I don't got time for the bullshit from theses record labels and these companies.
Because your cup of joe is definitely not my cup of tea, What's good for the gander is not good for me.
I wish that people would just shut the hell up if you ain't going through what the next man is.
So Im a get it off my chest, So Im a get it right off my chest.
I don't got no time for no fakeness and what you really saying and if it ain't relating to me,
Im a get it off my chest, So Im a get it right off my chest.
Have you ever walked in my shoes?
Until you walk a day in my shoes...
Then I suggest you zip your lip and don't say nothing about it, I swim in the Pacific, rip current will have you drowning.
You ain't tread a day in my shoes, So I suggest you be cool,
Play your part, I do this shit right here 'cause it's from my heart.
It started like this when I was the age of 6,
And now I'm 36 it got me mo pissed.
Cause niggas is talking, niggas ain't walking what they be talking,
so they need to just shut the fuck up wit it.
I'm gifted, that don't mean I can't lend it, and if I lend it don't take time in one day to spend it.
Count all your blessings,
All your lessons, Im a do this till I'm old living in convalescence.
No time for stressing, it's time for make up,
Put on your dressings, And let's get this wake up.
It's an alarm clock, Can't you me hear me buzzing?
So don't press the snooze button cousin.
I wish that people would just shut the hell up if you ain't going through what the next man is,
So Im a get it off my chest, So Im a get it right off my chest.
I don't got no time for no fakeness and what you really saying and if it ain't relating to me
Im a get it off my chest, So Im a get it right off my chest.