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foreign legion – full time b-boy lyrics

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(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 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 cocaine, 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 fugitive 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 suckers

(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 mental is reaching summit
the struggle, the stride has got me on my knees
reaching in the pocket
all i feel is penny’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 with potential on my demo
they need to understand it takes more than just mic sk!lls
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, i can’t pay off my electric
i know that i can set it but it don’t got the dough
i got a demo talkin’ the sk!lls 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 i want a 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 m-sses 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 b-tton
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..