Maestro - Makin' Records lyrics

INTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes - talking] Yeah, yeah yeah. I got my man in the studio, Mac. What's going on money? [Mac] Yo what's up? Chill [Maestro] Word. I remember back in the days, you know. I be thinking, you Go in the studio, you drop a record, you know what I"m saying. That's all I'm saying. You get your porps an dloot the whole nine. Word (word). I Think brothers gotta wake up and smell the coffee you know what I'm saying [Mac] Brothers gotta wake up man [Maestro] Word, word man CHORUS X4 [Studio People] You gotta wake up, you gotta gotta wake up [Maestro] Check it, it's all about makin' records [Maestro] Everyday I wake up, I thank God 'Cause I never had to k**, never had to rob Always had a job The industry's hard, full of frauds But I never pulled a card on the boulevard I just work hard Ask a vet about disaster, you hafta Be able to get a label to blast your procraster- Nating the laughter, has to wait After you pa** the snake, stay awake Hobbes That's the breaks You wanna make a record, check it You need more than your boys around your way giving you credit 'Cause you can have a spectacular, vernacular But take your contract to a lawyer to look after ya 'Cause labels have mastered the Sk** of ga**ing ya, after ya, dropped the flip like a spatula Snatch your Acura And all the b**hes you wanted Are flaunted your riches are laugh at ya Cut you off like a dagger, support you like a laddere Your pockets ain't fatter, you be sadder So you better have a better strate-gy Can't you see It ain't healthy, nobody could tell me it's hell see Takes more than a dope LP to be wealthy Let me show you the path, you're going too fast You're choking your promotional staff, ain't no knowing the half They look and they laugh, and take time off Cut ya off, no loss you're just a write off Now you're feeling neglected and rejected Check it, it's all about makin' records CHORUS X2 [Maestro Fresh Wes] You want to see pandemonia rip Well you're melodious sh** You shackle and tackle by chicks, packing like Appleonia(?) six Having the hoes on your jock A smooth individual, your videos on Yo! and the Box Collecting your props, you think you're getting your nots Forgetting black man attacks man's upsetting and sweating ya pops Ringing the bell, ringing 'em hell I'm telling them facts, black be clever you better rebel You're outta here like flash dance You and your wack stance Regroup from your advance, fat chance! You're say that you're only playing with your soul You're innovative, but they got creative control You're a puppet on a string, ain't got a f**ing thing You can sing so they cling, 'cause they know thay going to bring Money with your rhyme but you're def dumb and blind Don't waste time n***a, sign that dotted line CHORUS X4 [Maestro Fresh Wes] Now in the studio, you got the stupid flow It doesn't matter tho, it's who you know You think you got it bad, girls got it the harder way Labels love to see a black woman in lingerie What's a broad to say when a label say we'll make you millions Buy clothes for your children, you know she hit the ceiling They sing for me, we'll bring you G's But injuries in the industry, could come instantly I see the way they make a G a day, but what a fee to pay Throwing and showing your T and A You're taking a blow, your a** you shake it to show Is raking the dough, but they played you and make you a ho You're a piece of meat, between the sheets 'Nuff brothers seek to reach you, to freak or so to speak Your Moms can't believe this, her daughter showing cleavage She's speachless, and says oh help me sweet Jesus Exposing the punanny, just to win a Grammy But when that a** is flabby, you gone, word to daddy Stop the degradation you're facing This information I'm raising to the Queens of my nation The sh** can't prolong, goes strong And when you sing a slow song (baby keep your clothes on) Times are hard, many hearts are broken Some start to smoke, Farrakhan ain't joking When he said we're being setup So black men and women keep your head up When you're makin' records CHORUS X4 OUTRO - Farrakhan sample "The greatest musicians, the greatest rap stars. The greatest black Artists, are sitting here today. But I want you to know, you're being Setup. By the smarter that is coming down."