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domingo - street hustle lyrics

[intro]:
i see a lot of m-th-f-ckaz talk about getting money
all my life i see n-ggas talk rich and cry broke
i know some of you n-ggas is starving
you know the industry f-cked up right now
record sales in the toilet
executives scared to lose they job

[verse one: immortal technique]
you can never hide the truth from immortal technique
n-ggas is happy to sell a hundred thousand in the first week
and retailers is right there watching you
you move with extortion, co-op a dollar a unit
the record industry wants a messiah to come again
so they can rape him for his masters and his publishing
how the f-ck n-ggas sell half a million cd’s, but can’t sellout s.-.b.s?
while payola play, and i never thought i’d see the day (never)
when soundscan is stronger than a disc record
and rappers don’t get creative, and just send a mixed message
so f-ck an mc battle, the golden era is gone
i’ll treat you n-ggas like 50, i won’t even respond
put your mom’s in the rape room and shake the b-tch like i’m saddam
rush a show and stomp you out during one of your songs
and i’m not a hypocrite because i’m aggressive and violent
i’d be a hypocrite if i was peaceful and silent
and i let em’ get away with the sh-t that they say
but i treat em’ like clear channel, making em pay
for talking reckless, f-ck the charm on your necklace
cause who you down with don’t mean sh-t when you surrounded
and who you gone get when your four pounded
your not a boss, p-ssy, you not even a di-lo
you live in a f-cking fantasy smoking hydro
while me and real n-ggas divide dough
so lie low, and don’t talk to me about disrespecting
cause even fat beats rejected my record
and now major’s wanna sign me again
all the n-ggas i used to know, tryna find me again
i guess eighty thousand sold will do that you f-cking new jack
and i don’t need to wear jewelry to prove that
cause’ three apartments a house and fifty acres will do that

[hook]
hardcore, underground, hustlin’ in the streets
if you ain’t ready to hustle, n-gga you don’t eat
and if you ain’t ready to live for this you shouldn’t speak
because m-th-f-ckas die for this sh-t every week
hardcore, underground, hustlin’ in the streets
if you ain’t ready to hustle, n-gga you don’t eat
and if you ain’t ready to live for this you shouldn’t speak
because m-th-f-ckas die for this sh-t every week

[verse two]
i’ll never be as famous as other rappers in the game is
because i represent what up against the grain is
never trust no body minor or major
cause a persons real religion is their behavior
i can stare into your soul when i look in your eyes
4th branch of the government still telling lies
fox news and then new york post is a joke
nucleus of the yellow journalism yolk
and send someone after me if you don’t like me
you’ll be the next n-gga to take a bullet for whitey
like the latinos and blacks in iraq who come strapped in a wheel chair
when they come back
m-th-f-ck that i’m peruvian c0ke
i can tell if your sh-ts fake
i’m the raw version of the crack on you mixtape
so don’t hate on this advice that i sent from the grave
just remember it before you sign up to be slaves

- domingo lyrics

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