paroles de chanson Pigeonholed - BstMstR

If you unoriginal you getting pigeonholed
Excuses are useless
We got an overload of disposable music
Talking truth to stupid
So unoriginal. You getting pigeonholed
Excuses are useless
We got an overload of disposable music
Talking truth to stupid

21st century American tale
A true story leading to an epic fail
Where money-hungry bands play for money-burning fans
And sleight of hand when it exchanges hands
The music industry's gotta kink in it's slinky
The flavor of the quarter's getting no credulity
Lack of focus. Hoping no one will notice
How else do these poseurs keep up with the Joneses
Thugs still follow the footsteps of punks
And there's always hustlers mixed in with the chumps
And judging by the look of the low moral going 'round
Lots of herbs B.S.-ing in the underground
Think a lot of people might be kidding themselves
Everybody get defensive, all together now
I'm only joking cuz I know my own music's
As impactful as a jet of urine into the ocean

If you unoriginal you getting pigeonholed
Excuses are useless
We got an overload of disposable music
Talking truth to stupid
So unoriginal. You getting pigeonholed
Excuses are useless
We got an overload of disposable music
Talking truth to stupid

The entertainment business is up to mischief
Another gimmick empty pockets at Christmas
And good looks if you chisel your masterpiece
Out of the rock and hard place you're stuck between
Killer delivery can cause zelophilia
But fat chance when nobody's really feeling ya
Amateur rap-rock Hip Hop hopefuls
Like illegal aliens by the boatloads
Ready to beg, borrow and steal your support
Having a natural talent is a last resort
Even the prize is looking plastic to Paris
Your raps are pastiche. Don't do me any favors
All these knuckleheads phoning in a performance
Don't even know why they fucking with show biz
Follow the lure of someone else's sauce
Just don't sell your soul to get your message across

If you unoriginal you getting pigeonholed
Excuses are useless
We got an overload of disposable music
Talkin truth to stupid
So unoriginal. You getting pigeonholed
Excuses are useless
We got an overload of disposable music
Talking truth to stupid

Everybody and their cousin wants to find their niche
And nowadays everyone's a rapper tryna spit
Many seem overeager and miss the big picture
Let's see what being a fashion plate gets ya
Coming out the pocket for your own parade
And front in front of bystanders born yesterday
Banking everybody else remembers your name
Fitting the cliché. Digging your own graves
Claiming that you're paid when ya working for peanuts
What you smoking homie? Making ya see stuff
Mooches on your case. Fakes all in your face
Can't catch a break or any genuine accolades
Surrounded by an entourage of ditto-heads
Never let you know how much your shit's derivative
All tapped out of creative juices
Just another loser making disposable music

If you unoriginal you getting pigeonholed
Excuses are useless
We got an overload of disposable music
Talkin truth to stupid
So unoriginal. You getting pigeonholed
Excuses are useless
We got an overload of disposable music
Talkin truth to stupid

If you unoriginal you getting pigeonholed
Excuses are useless
We got an overload of disposable music
Talking truth to stupid
So unoriginal. You getting pigeonholed
Excuses are useless
We got an overload of disposable music
Talkin truth to stupid