Makin' Records Lyrics - Maestro Fresh Wes

INTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes - talking] 

Yeah, yeah yeah. I got my man in the studio, Mac. What's going on money? 

[Mac] Yo what's up? Chill 

[Maestro] Word. I remember back in the days, you know. I be thinking, you 

go in the studio, you drop a record, you know what I"m saying. That's all 

I'm saying. You get your porps an dloot the whole nine. Word (word). I 

think brothers gotta wake up and smell the coffee you know what I'm saying. 

[Mac] Brothers gotta wake up man 

[Maestro] Word, word man 

CHORUS X4 

[Studio People] You gotta wake up, you gotta gotta wake up 

[Maestro] Check it, it's all about makin' records 

[Maestro] 

Everyday I wake up, I thank God 

'Cause I never had to kill, never had to rob 

Always had a job 

The industry's hard, full of frauds 

But I never pulled a card on the boulevard 

I just work hard 

Ask a vet about disaster, you hafta 

Be able to get a label to blast your procraster- 

Nating the laughter, has to wait 

After you pass the snake, stay awake Hobbes 

That's the breaks 

You want to make a record, check it 

You need more than your boys around your way giving you credit 

'Cause you can have a spectacular, vernacular 

But take your contract to a lawyer to look after ya 

'Cause labels have mastered the 

Skill of gassing ya, after ya, dropped the flip like a spatula 

Snatch your Acura 

And all the bitches you wanted 

Are flaunted your riches are laugh at ya 

Cut you off like a dagger, support you like a laddere 

Your pockets ain't fatter, you be sadder 

So you better have a better strate-gy 

Can't you see 

It ain't healthy, nobody could tell me it's hell see 

Takes more than a dope LP to be wealthy 

Let me show you the path, you're going too fast 

You're choking your promotional staff, ain't no knowing the half 

They look and they laugh, and take time off 

Cut ya off, no loss you're just a write off 

Now you're feeling neglected and rejected 

Check it, it's all about makin' records 

CHORUS X2 

[Maestro Fresh Wes] 

You want to see pandemonia rip 

Well you're melodious shit 

You shackle and tackle by chicks, packing like Appleonia(?) six 

Having the hoes on your jock 

A smooth individual, your videos on Yo! and the Box 

Collecting your props, you think you're getting your nots 

Forgetting black man attacks man's upsetting and sweating ya pops 

Ringing the bell, ringing 'em hell 

I'm telling them facts, black be clever you better rebel 

You're outta here like flash dance 

You and your wack stance 

Regroup from your advance, fat chance! 

You're say that you're only playing with your soul 

You're innovative, but they got creative control 

You're a puppet on a string, ain't got a fucking thing 

You can sing so they cling, 'cause they know thay going to bring 

Money with your rhyme but you're def dumb and blind 

Don't waste time nigger, sign that dotted line 

CHORUS X4 

[Maestro Fresh Wes] 

Now in the studio, you got the stupid flow 

It doesn't matter tho, it's who you know 

You think you got it bad, girls got it the harder way 

Labels love to see a black woman in lingerie 

What's a broad to say when a label say we'll make you millions 

Buy clothes for your children, you know she hit the ceiling 

They sing for me, we'll bring you G's 

But injuries in the industry, could come instantly 

I see the way they make a G a day, but what a fee to pay 

Throwing and showing your T and A 

You're taking a blow, your ass you shake it to show 

Is raking the dough, but they played you and make you a ho 

You're a piece of meat, between the sheets 

'Nuff brothers seek to reach you, to freak or so to speak 

Your Moms can't believe this, her daughter showing cleavage 

She's speachless, and says oh help me sweet Jesus 

Exposing the punanny, just to win a Grammy 

But when that ass is flabby, you gone, word to daddy 

Stop the degradation you're facing 

This information I'm raising to the Queens of my nation 

The shit can't prolong, goes strong 

And when you sing a slow song (baby keep your clothes on) 

Times are hard, many hearts are broken 

Some start to smoke, Farrakhan ain't joking 

When he said we're being setup 

So black men and women keep your head up 

When you're makin' records 

CHORUS X4 

OUTRO - Farrakhan sample 

"The greatest musicians, the greatest rap stars. The greatest black 

artists, are sitting here today. But I want you to know, you're being 

setup. By the smarter that is coming down."