So me and my dude The Last American B-Boy have been getting plenty of feedback on YOUTUBE for our record Mr. A&R. Çheck the video below. A lot of people have been asking why they can't find my lyrics online. They ask if its because I am "underground." Some even ask me if everything I say in my verse is actual factuals. So being that I am currently an underground/unsigned artist that's about to break through into the mainstream spotlight in the near future, I wanted to re-post the video along with the lyrics to my verse so ya'll can really understand where I'm coming from and what inspired this record. And yes, everything in the song is TRUE. (by the way, if you're reading this and you don't know exactly who or what an A&R in the music business is, or what they do.....google it).
Chorus:
Fuck you Mr. A&R
Fuck you Mr. President
You ain't got to listen to my demo never ever again
No matter who I'm better than, it seems as if you want more
Since you don't wanna let me in, I'm kickin' in ya damn door
A Fly Guy's Verse:
My older brother Selwyn, he used to run THE SOURCE
Raps the dark side, I'm related to the FORCE
This mic's a light saber, rap life I might save ya
But the game is like college now and I don't like the majors
So fuck you A&R's, I sat with Mr. Elliot (that's Chad Elliot from SONY BMG)
Dude was s'posed to help me out but he ain't tell me shit
I broke bread with two initials (that's Kawan Prather, better known in the game as KP)
Tryin' to sort thru the issues
He told me I was too deep
I guess I'm too official
I performed JD (that's Jermaine Dupri, where I performed at his bday party in atlanta)
Went to house parties with Jay-Z, i tried to tell him I'm the ONE
I know he thought..."this kid crazy"
I walked the red carpet, Mark Pitts dug my swag
With all that said & done, why no body signing Rahs
I sat inside of Russell [Simmons] living room, mind in bloom
For an hour feelin' sour like, "He better sign me soon..."
Rap is oversaturated, ain't enough room
That's why I gotta drop a mixtape to keep ya'll in tune
I never heard of you like you never heard of me
And all the shit they say is "hot" is quite absurd to me
I dropped out twice still precise as surgery and I murder rappers
That's how i earned my first degree
So this is a fuck you letter to all them actors
Claimin' to be hip hop fans, don't know the facts bruh
You a disgrace to ya job you's a slacker
Sincerely yours,
God's Favorite Rapper
Chorus:
Fuck you Mr. A&R
Fuck you Mr. President
You ain't got to listen to my demo never ever again
No matter who I'm better than, it seems as if you want more
Since you don't wanna let me in, I'm kickin' in ya damn door
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