Immediate download of Porcelain for your home listening and what-not. Did you know you can take these files and put 'em on your mp3 player and stuff now? Crazy world... Hell, you can show off to everyone how much you love Crocker.
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over Moby's joint of the same name.
lyrics
/Too many emcees left on the shelf/ Prime of their career, contenders for belts/ Did it to Joey, did it to Quo/ Joell, Crooked, & Petey Pablo/ Cuban Linx 2 been sittin for years/ With that Ra and Dr. Dre shit I wanted to hear/ Ask me where my club shit is at?/ And I’ll ask where the industry’s at?/ Ain’t finna to go plat/ And that ain’t finna to come back/ Hell they struggling just to bring it on back/ Rather write rhymes for illiterate rappers/ Cash my checks and just work on my albums/ Don’t need Iovine, Lyor, or L.A./ No advances or publishing split ways/ That don’t include me, don’t want bougie/ So called DJ’s that make “movies”/ Love beer, love hoes, love dro/ But to hip-hop music there’s a whole lot more/ Ain’t tryna to fake till I make it, rather instead/ Be the G.O.A.T. by the time I’m dead/
Dear Kool Herc, come pull the plug/ The corporations have fucked it up/ The culture’s being lost on the people/ That just want bass pumpin’ thru their speakers/ 360 deals, the eat off everything/ It feels like the ass end of a wedding ring/ You create the moment, they piggyback/ Then they return only pennies back/ Posture on camera with a semi-mac/ But’ would piss your pants if that semi-clap/ In my dreams, I’m talking Pun/ L right beside me rolling the blunt/ Telling me Crock, don’t you ever stunt/ Be who you are, let the faggots front/ Kick the phonics of Ebonics and knowledge/ And exhibit how your flow is your narcotic/
Dejected, disgusted, love entrusted/ Cherry is busted, words lack substance/ Candy confections, dumb conceptions/ Some infected, I can’t digest it/ Shit sugarcoated, they’ll deep throat it/ Either all is hopeless, or real is bogus/ Right on the button, Joseph/ Not of whole, lack components/ The movie’s showin, but I’ve seen the omen/ Rehashes I’m not condoning/ Mom & Pop stores is closing, supposing/ You get out there and support the moment/Tell em’ your tired of flows that’s soma/ Sleepwalking, could induce coma/ You want that shit, that funk aroma/ An artist you believe on what they told ya/
An honest, polite, riveting emcee that's smart, earnest, and at times sarcastic. Listening to Ghani, you'll wonder to yourself if he really means it or if he's just punking you. Highly recommended. Crocker
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