The Message & The Money

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(Immortal Technique) Before we go any further.. I would like to send a message to all the underground mc's out there, working hard The time has come to realize your net worth in a market and stop being a fucking commodity And if you didn't understand what I've just said then you already waiting to get fucked For example; a lot of these promoters are doing showcases throwing events, and not even paying the workhorses They trying get us to rock for the love of hiphop or rock for the exposure Now look man, I don't mind doing a guest spot for my peeps Or, or, or doing a benefit show, but don't lie to me pussy Coz I find out I'm paying your lightbill, I'm fucking you up nigga Besides, you ain't doing this for the love, you ain't doing it for the exposure you charging up to $10 at the door, and you ain't tryin to give me shit??? So wait a minute... you want me to go shopping, cook the food, and put it in front of you but you won't let me sit down and eat with you? The fuck is that? Niggaz need to start playing their position, man. Just coz you throw a party a hosting event or an open mic or a showcase, or a battle that don't make you important at all Without me and everybody like me out there you ain't nutting but a good idea, motherfucker So stay in your place And to all these bitchass A&Rs who are too lazy to come up with a way to sell records.. That they keep recycling marketing schemes and imagery C'mon.. There is a market for everything man There is a market for pet psychologists nigga. There is a market for twisted shit-fetish video's. For nipple rings, for river dancing, for chocolate covered roaches.. But you can't find one for cultured hardcore reality and hip hop? People like you: the house nigga executives and them rich motherfuckers that own you; you the motherfucking machine man! You and all these niggaz talking about the same shit with the same flow over the same candy-ass beats But I refuse the feed the machine And I'm not giving any magazine money So maybe my album won't get 5 mics, or double XL's, or 5 discs Whatever man, fuck it But then again; you don't own me, and none of you niggas ever will If I'm feeling what you fight for I'm rolling with you to the end But if not, then FUCK YOU! And the more that MCs, producers, DJs and independent labels start to grasp the conceptuality of what their contribution to the business of hiphop is rather then just the music - the more the industry will be forced to change Oh, heh, and one last thing; You don't have to agree with everything I've said But don't ever be condescending to me Picking up your wack ass friends that rhyme and being like 'Oh yeah, Immortal Technique - he's aaiight' No nigga.. Your mom is pussy, that's aaiight, ok.. Your peoples getting shot dead in the street, that's aaiight I'm the motherfucking Immortal Technique nigga! The message and the money! And you ain't got either! Remember that! Punk ass motherfucker.. (Clip from the Film "A Soldier's Story) See, the Black race can't afford you no more Oh there used to be a time we'd see someone like you Singin', Clownin', Yessir Bossin', and we wouldn't do anything Folks liked that. You were good. Homey kind of nigga. When you needed somebody to mistreat, call a name or two They paraded you. Reminded them of the good ol' days. Not no more.