Shawn Kemp - On Doing An Evil Deed Blues lyrics

[Intro] You and I have some things to discuss! ...I'm at the table like the Godfather, smoking a dutch I'mma let the world know what time it is Life on earth is just a d**h sentence One little thing just leads to the next thing... [Hook 1] I got some records, cut some samples, made 'em mine I wrote some raps, I had a couple fire lines I dropped a tape, I did a show, I got some shine Never made a lot of money; that's fine I got some records, cut some samples, made 'em mine I wrote some raps, I had a couple fire lines A couple labels asked me if I want to sign But rapping ain't my grind, I just used to like to rhyme [Verse 1] I used to like to rhyme when it was other peoples lyrics Spitting Raekwon bars to the mirror just to hear if It sounded the same, Dreams of insurmountable fame and valuable chains; Spit so much I drowned before the drought ever came And that's the sh** that never leaves you Every line you rhyme leads back to cats that teach you It's see through, right around the time a playa's meat grew Started making beats too Never tried to please you Numerous influences, but that was only clowning dog The future of me pursuing it was nothing I was counting on Seemed too far to go the distance, pitching from the mound I'm on Pissed off, doubted on, thought the map was routed wrong Persistence was a tag along, hit me like an atom bomb So I give it up to those who let us have a job All you rappers stacks is long cause Nina sang the saddest songs Bristol sessions, Smif N' Wesson, why's half of the fabric gone? [Brdige] Art is imitation, creation is forever Innovation is spontaneous, never A lot of rappers put the work in so you could be clever Everything is everything is everything is everything, ever The blues won't born in a bunker Nothing can be born until you know how to hump her Im still married to America, most you rappers dumped her But you too blind Blake to see the spell they got you under [Hook 1] I got some records, cut some samples, made 'em mine I wrote some raps, I had a couple fire lines I dropped a tape, I did a show, I got some shine Never made a lot of money; that's fine I got some records, cut some samples, made 'em mine I wrote some raps, I had a couple fire lines A couple labels asked me if I want to sign But rapping ain't my grind, I just used to like to rhyme [Verse 2] I used to like to rhyme when it was all about linguistics When Big L verses was like decoding hieroglyphics Back when my mission was still fillin' composition books Working how I spit the hook and how my mic position look Adolescent crook, lost up in the maze, Frankie Beverly Rapping in my book was a phase that weighed heavily Rearranging bars and then they properly placed Whole pages scribbled black from all the sloppy mistakes Made a promise that I'd go and split the gwop with my ace If I ever made a mill' for merely rocking a place I used to like to rhyme when there was never any pressure When your own bars were stone cold and beat you on a stretcher; It wasn't business it was pleasure I heard God through a boombox lampin' on my dresser Hip-Hop, the most progressive music in the bunch We hear tracks from '05 on a flashback lunch Cause we move ahead every 30 seconds So hows it been 40 years and all we f**ing rap about is weapons? [Brdige] Art is imitation, creation is forever Innovation is spontaneous, never A lot of rappers put the work in so you could be clever Everything is everything is everything is everything, ever The blues won't born in a bunker Nothing can be born until you know how to hump her Im still married to America, most you rappers dumped her But you too blind Blake to see the spell they got you under [Hook 1] I got some records, cut some samples, made 'em mine I wrote some raps, I had a couple fire lines I dropped a tape, I did a show, I got some shine Never made a lot of money; that's fine I got some records, cut some samples, made 'em mine I wrote some raps, I had a couple fire lines A couple labels asked me if I want to sign But rapping ain't my grind, I just used to like to rhyme [Outro] Murdered upon the railroad and laid in a lonesome grave