Foreign Legion - Full Time B-Boy lyrics

(check it out hip hoppers getcha tape deck ready For the next few minutes i'mma rock rhymes steady) What you wanna be when you grow up? Ayo self employed, a full time b-boy making noise What do wanna be when you grow up? I'm blowin' up, a full time emcee making cheese But what what you wanna be when you grow up? Self employed, a full time b-boy making noise.. Prozack: I'm like the last of the mohicans Hip hop is on the brink of extinction I'm thinking i had this thing back in the day Its sinkin' like a stone microphone rollin' thru this bottomless pit Of fake idols, i'm homicidal Druglords with mic cords, frauds, phony kingpins Singin' on those RnB tracks to get the cream kid Dreamin' of c**aine, kilos running casinos in my steelo Leave this up to Pesci and Pacino My heroes will never be no Corleone's Me and my cronies, we never try to be the macaroni You're style's phony, you ain't a fusion hit from Cuba I get deep like a tuba or the belly of a buddha I ain't new to this new to this thing they call rap Prozack was rockin' mics when Michael Jackson was still black Way back Before it was hip to flip scrips And kids packin' heat in the streets they where s**ers (B-boys Hip hop is something you live In the b-boy stance B-boys like yourself Here's how it goes..) Marc Stretch: Its easy To cover our rhymes with hard times or abundant The pressure on my mind is reaching summit The struggle, the stride has got me on my knees Reaching in the pocket All i feel is benny's and car keys Another day Searching my ashtray for change My neighbors look at me strange I guess they think i should be rockin' ice And riding limos, because i show improve potential on my demo They need to understand it takes more than just mic sk**s And rhymes don't mean a thing if you can't pay your bills I want the fame, but i can't to afford to pay dues in this game My crew's crazy hot and its a shame That the rest of the world may never see us at our peak Because instead of rocking show's we're working 40 a week While carbon copy artist pop gold and rock medallions Claiming they're independent just they (??) Sometimes i wanna throw fists and quit to keep quiet I'm committed to blow your spot up like kamikaze pilots So forget the unoriginal RNB singers Recognize the real support your local record slinger (B-boys Hip hop is something you live In the b-boy stance B-boys like yourself Here's how it goes Hard rock as ever..) What you wanna be when you grow up? Ayo self employed, a full time b-boy making noise What do wanna be when you grow up? I'm blowin' up, a full time emcee making cheese But what what you wanna be when you grow up? Self employed, a full time b-boy making noise.. Prozack: I need a couple of G's to put out this indie record They turned off my phone yo, they turned off my electric I know that i can set it but it don't got the dough I got a demo talkin' the sk**s but no deals for my type of MC Cos i ain't trying to be the Bee Gee's And i don't wanna talk about the gear that i rock Get along, clock timing watch guards for the rest of my life Doing jobs that i don't like I wanna rock mics with no day job without the focus The dopest Mc's are always the brokest While the consumers support the jokers No one notice the least creative groups in the game Get all the wealth and the fame Marc Stretch: As corny crews feed the ma**es just to fatten 'em I'm living proof all the criticisms are platinum While all the kids are at the grammy's Rockin' stage show I'm pressin' up vinyl for college radio They couldn't touch us if we had that RNB bu*ton We'd get props cos the underground would love it Can you flow? without playing self Or be a snake doing simple simon rhymes over RNB drapes Soul singers, hated our style in '86 Now they buzzing up kids to liven up their remix I'm not about that, trying to get love in new direction Don't want to be a target underneath the pop section I work with support, from making music from the heart Go back to a time when making rhyme was a art, i know I represent more than just a handful Tired of hoochie rhymes over uninspired samples I challenge those who charge to challenge shows across the nation To really look for talent, not the same old replication Cos my music is sufferin' from suffocation and saturation Wants me to want all race to start over.. What you wanna be when you grow up? Ayo self employed, a full time b-boy making noise What do wanna be when you grow up? I'm blowin' up, a full time emcee making cheese But what what you wanna be when you grow up? Self employed, a full time b-boy making noise..