Deception Lyrics - A2g Ep - Blackalicious

Don't let money change ya 

Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

This is a story of a kid 

His name is Cisko 

Who made more money 

Than the Count of Monte Crisco 

He lived a lavish style of life 

Fast money, women, cars 

And he liked to frequent bars, pubs and disco's 

Made his livin' as a world famous rap star 

When he first started mic respect's 

What he was after 

And so he got inside his mind 

Day and night, and he'd write 

Constantly his art and craft 

He'd try to master 

Started winnin' local battles 

And his rep grew 

Gave his crew a reputation 

As the best crew 

And what life would do to him 

All the cards that was hard 

Pen and pad, stress relief 

Would be his refuge 

Paid his dues, doing shows 

Now he's on track 

In the lab, pumping demos 

Makin' songs fat 

Then he quit his nine to five 

Finally his time arrived 

When he signed a major label record contract 

Don't let money change ya 

Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Laaaaah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

His first single was a overnight success hit 

And now he went from wearing rags to the best fits 

All his new acquitances 

Gassed his head, takin' it 

To the point where he lost proper perspective 

Started cuttin' off the people 

He came up wit 

Ego blown like his soul had been abducted 

Though his heart was once real 

Now material has filled 

Up his world, and he couldn't get enough of it 

Used to wanna be the best of the rap dons 

Now his only one concern is goin' platinum 

And his skills has since decreased 

And the inner hunger ceased 

Now content, just as long as fame and cash come 

He's a big willie now, rappin' 'bout cars 

Thousand dollar shoppin' sprees 

Hangin' out with stars 

I mean just a year ago, he was broke 

Bummin' money, drinkin' out the 40 bottle, livin' outdoors 

Don't let money change ya 

Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Second L.P, my rap changes fast 

Here today, gone tomorrow 

Now his label passed 

Now the new poster boy 

With the hip now sound 

Second time around everything isn't stable as 

It once was, now he's lookin' for the same hit 

But his sound is played 

He forget to change wit 

Them old hit rhymes, no one feelin' him 

His rhymes ain't appealin' anymore 

And his records ain't sellin' shit 

Now he's dropped from his label 

And he's goin' broke 

Tried the underground return 

Ghetto pass revoked 

And the same faces that he dissed 

On his way, to the top 

Laughed as they watched him do the downstroke 

Now the moral of the story is that some go 

Why would money make the inner vision crumble? 

So if you're blessed with the talent 

Utilize it to the fullest 

Be true to yourself and stay humble 

Don't let money change ya 

Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Don't let money change ya! 

Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Don't let money change ya! 

Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah 

Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah