Lyrics Makin’ Records - Maestro Fresh-Wes
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
kill,
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
pass
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
Skill
of
gassing
ya,
after
ya,
dropped
the
flip
like
a
spatula
Snatch
your
acura
And
all
the
bitches
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
shit
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
fucking
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
nigger,
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
ass
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
ass
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
shit
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."
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