Lyrics Genocide (feat. Essjae Love) - Tyrone Briggs
Imagine
you
a
shorty
just
surviving
No
father
figure
with
you,
living
and
residing
In
the
lowest
income
neighborhood
expose
to
violence
No
resources,
so
you
don't
have
a
lot
of
options
Most
of
your
friends
play
sports
trying
to
go
to
college
Hoping
that
their
talents
one
day
will
make
them
scholars
You
got
a
different
skill
you
putting
all
your
time
in
Words
in
your
mind
merged
with
melodies
and
concepts,
rhyming
Recording
is
no
longer
expensive
nah
Don't
need
a
big
studio,
now
it's
simplified
You
got
the
speakers,
a
microphone,
an
inbox
Laptop
and
any
plug
ins
used
to
mix
it
right
You
recording
and
producing
at
a
fast
rate
A
million
plays
on
your
SoundCloud
on
your
last
tape
And
the
hard
work
suddenly
pay
off
when
You
get
an
email
from
the
label
to
come
to
the
office
Pour
a
drink
Raise
a
toast
Yellow
brick
road
to
the
riches
but
you're
broke
The
grass
ain't
greener
on
the
other
side
Of
this
musical
genocide
Pour
a
drink
Raise
a
toast
Yellow
brick
road
to
the
riches
but
you're
broke
aye
The
grass
ain't
greener
on
the
other
side
Of
this
musical
genocide
Aye
The
secretary
ask
you
who
you
here
to
see
You
tell
her
your
name
and
then
you
hand
her
your
ID
A&R
daps
you
asking
if
you
traveled
from
a
long
way
A
million
offices
while
you
walking
through
the
hallway
But
this
place
ain't
what
you
thought
or
expect
You
thought
it
be
full
of
music
the
art
and
respect
But
the
energy
make
you
feel
like
you
walked
into
death
Get
into
the
office
and
all
you
see
is
lawyers,
execs
Say
they
love
your
song
and
what
they
plan
to
do
with
it
How
much
you
gone
to
make
with
the
proper
tools
to
it
Show
you
platinum
plaques
and
artist
they
moving
with
And
all
the
opportunities
that
you
can
get
Having
thoughts
of
what
can
happen
if
you
might
sign
This
opportunity
comes
once
in
a
lifetime
Pressures
on,
feeling
like
you
running
out
time
Which
make
you
say
eff
it
so
you
sign
they
dotted
line
Pour
a
drink
Raise
a
toast
Yellow
brick
road
to
the
riches
but
you're
broke
The
grass
ain't
greener
on
the
other
side
Of
this
musical
genocide
Pour
a
drink
Raise
a
toast
Yellow
brick
road
to
the
riches
but
you're
broke
aye
The
grass
ain't
greener
on
the
other
side
Of
this
musical
genocide
Aye
So
now
you
big
time,
known
every
place
you
go
You
played
on
all
DSP's
and
the
radio
Grace
the
stage
on
every
festival
and
major
show
Then
you
get
your
check
and
say
this
ain't
the
way
to
go
No
Couldn't
afford
a
lawyer
on
your
own
Didn't
know
they
take
a
portion
of
what
you
own
Your
contract
is
extortion,
advance
is
a
loan
You
the
last
to
get
paid
and
you
made
the
songs
After
taxes
and
expenses
You
realize
you
can't
live
off
your
percentage
They
say
don't
take
it
personal
it's
just
business
Just
cuz
you
make
more
than
most
from
the
hood
Don't
give
your
ownership
To
appropriators
Taking
advantage
of
the
kids
and
the
pro
creators
I'm
always
anti
business
and
pro
creators
We
were
made
to
be
stars
Don't
ever
let
them
dictate
what
you
make
from
your
art
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