Verse 1:
Here's the vision from broke and average: everyone hopes for lavish
But won't cope with scratches and cuts to contusions and bruises
Building music for folks to say his flow's savage
They think that it's magic, hoping a club hit can maket them established
These days labels can't construct the acts that they manage so if they see crowd builder they'll grab it
But if you want longevity, the craft is what you should practice
From the pen to the stage, that'll make people swipe the plastic on branding you package
Cause you got to be more than rap addicts; the greatest acquaintance of all your fanatics
They connect to your social, your lyrics, your ad libs
Then when they're feeling your talents
Finally you can balance the executive challenge
You're becoming he franchise you can pitch up like them Chipmunks & Alvin
Plus by that time, you're just getting extensions for shipping and handling
Cause your business and your spitting made you the one they're demanding
Chorus:
People all question since I know the method
And lyrically wrecking, why is it farfetched that
My art can make me blow
This is my message, it may make you breathless
And if you don't get it, I'll put it on record
And just let my art show
Verse 2:
My dear, my dear, my dear
You do not know me, but I know you very well
Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you
When I try to think about how it'd work out
I shout cause I know the outcome of the route
Miss Fortune, I know you're bad and the company you keep
What you want from a man, and I could make a clean sweep
But the Stakes is High and that's De La Soul, I play the role
The lane I rode would be a dangerous road
Those who paid the toll, you drove wild when you gave the go
Saying that you take it slow...Ha!
We know that you're fast, girl. Word is Fame's a hoe
Angel? No...demonizing, but the truth is true. Ain't it though?
Middle name must be nasty, how you've done people so dirty
Saw the ugly on the inside and decided you ain't worthy
I could be one of the best to have you, but I find it more important
To be happy with my choices, so goodbye Miss Fame N. Fortune
Chorus:
People all question since I know the method
And lyrically wrecking, why is it farfetched that
My art can make me blow
This is my message, it may make you breathless
And if you don't get it, I'll put it on record
And just let my art show
I'm no longer tempted to get in a business
Where there's people in it who just want to witness
Your downfall when they know
You can be better than anyone selling
But if you can't get enough profit, they're bailing
So I'll just keep my soul
In my art show