Rap Games Hijacked Lyrics - Vi: Return Of The Real - Ice T

Yeah 

Too many hardcore mothafuckas out here in this business 

Ain't gettin their proper loot 

You know what I'm sayin? 

(Right) 

Check the technique 

(Aha) 

Everybody talkin' 'bout the way hip-hop ain't the same 

Suckers kidnapped the game 

I know the biggest in the business, and no joke 

Half of 'em broke, and none of 'em smoke 

(Bust the facts, loc) 

I got into this hip-hop game 

Just to try to get a girl and get some light-weight fame 

There'd never been no cash made in it 

So who thought you could get paid with it? 

Just crash the club with my crew and then I'm outta there 

Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap career 

Then Run D.M.C. jumped the fuck off 

Got mad paid, word, kicked the bucks off 

There wasn't many rappers out there rockin the streets 

When hip-hop was just cuts and beats 

I seen Wildstyle, dug the scene 

I want to be an MC, rock, rock on, know what I mean? 

I started crashin' rap contests 

Shootin' hardcore rhymes through wack MC's chests 

I signed on the lines of a wack contract 

Didn't even read it, fuck that 

They gonna put my record out 

I'm gonna be large, know what I'm talkin' about? 

In the first 2 years I made about 300 bucks 

Yo, this business sucks 

But I got another chance and I came correct 

Got a lawyer and accountant, now my shit's legit 

But many won't get no second chance 

And get fucked in this biz without a kiss or a dance 

The game is to exploit young ghetto kids 

A straight pimp game, and there ain't no shame 

And the shit's gone too far 

100 hip-hop labels with all white A&R's 

The game's hijacked 

The rap game's hijacked 

Let me tell you how it happened 

Now while every MC in the game 

Was worryin' about a white boy gettin' the fame 

They dug out the foundation 

Now let me give a demonstration 

Say you got a dope group from the hood 

Talkin' mad shit like they're up to no good 

You take 'em to a label 

Now who sits behind the table? 

Some jewish mothafucka that don't know shit 

Tryin' to tell y'all what's a fuckin' street hit 

The shit's way off course 

It's like me tellin' Johnny Cash how to sing about his horse 

You go on tour, the white agency says you're wild 

Tone down your style 

The radio jocks are all pop 

So how the fuck this nigga know what shit to rock? 

The shit that make your face turn green 

Is when you get dissed by a kidnap magazine 

I give a fuck about these mothafuckas 

I'm doin' this jam to save my hip-hop brothers 

Get your paperwork straight, kid 

Get a lawyer and accountant just like I did 

Don't blow your dough, 'cause you will see g's 

But this game has no guarantees 

Learn about publishing points, so you won't be blind 

Learn to read everything you sign 

Then you might have a chance 

If not, bend over, pull down your pants 

The game's hijacked 

(Yeah don't they hear you, brother) 

Yo, the rap game's hijacked 

(Word) 

I'm talkin 'bout a hijack 

(Say it one more time, baby) 

The rap game's hijacked 

Check it 

(Break it down for these niggas) 

You can go gold and still owe the record label cash 

Yo kid, check the math 

Learn about the word 'recoup', troop 

And stop walkin' round all hyped and souped 

You ain't nothin' but somethin' to be used and worked 

You ain't nothin' but a sucker to be duped and jerked 

'Cause the fuckin' record label don't love ya, pal 

They didn't love ya on the street and don't love ya now 

They're out to make an end, friend 

'Cause every dollar you make, they damn near make 10 

They'll take you for everything you got 

Or else they'll sign you and they put on the shelf to rot 

I'm tryin to tell you what's up 

You best to listen to this record even if you hate my fucking guts 

'Cause I just can't stand around and watch rap get done 

And my brothers ain't gettin' none 

A nigga like me has gotta spit game 

Nigga, get that cash flow. 

Fuck that muthafuckin fame 

'Cause the white man's rippin' us off once again 

Real hip-hop, my man 

Fool, the rap game's hijacked 

You need to listen, nigga 

The rap game's hijacked 

Need to play this record about ten times 

The rap game's hijacked 

Black people don't own shit 

The rap game's hijacked 

Check it 

R&B's hijacked 

Black acting is hijacked 

Just being black is hijacked 

(Build, my nigga, build, my nigga) 

Nigga 

Stupid mothafuckas, they rippin' us off 

You better get an end... 

While the money's there, boy 

Silly-ass bitch runnin' around with a gold chain 

All niggas gotta get some real estate 

Mothafucka 

Come up 

Fuck a bitch 

Better get somethin' you can own, asshole 

White man ain't givin up shit 

Word o' life 

Although I got a white engineer 

But he's gettin' minimum wage 

So it's cool... 

Yeah 

Shit's been hijacked