Listen, if you listen to this it’s evidence you tryin to figure out if I’m dude. Or maybe somebody told you I’m that dude. Or maybe you one of the few that disagree with me and got your own views about who’s really that dude. Well, the South movement got ten months left; and come Valentine’s Day the game will merge to the West. And I feel it’s absurd that the East is the sellin the less. Screamin ‘New York. New York’, the pioneers supposed to be the best. You blame it on the vets for our current state of the game. They won’t retire, so the generation just remain the same. A bunch of oppurtunists that was givin opportunity, to make a difference in music but gave no opportunity. Nothin new or fresh, it’s just the same ass sound; same old producers, with the same ass sound. Up and comin artists got identity crisis; cause whenever you you, the labels turn you away. But when you me you think of a way to cast the criticism aside get on a track, say what the fuck you wanna say. The radio’s goin to play, whatever the listeners say they should. And not what the listeners say they should, indeeed they should. Indeed I should, SMACK a few niggaz like Suge! But then there they’ll blackball me; and that’s a long story. No crossover so I wrote the (Crossover). But if the album sell out, I’d be considered a sellout. The fans keep askin ‘when’s the album goin to come out?’ Ask your local execs, I’m out
- Stack Bundles [R.I.P] on the intro of Send Him Our Love by Joe Budden via Mood Muzik 3. (via superkami)
