paroles de chanson The Artist Pays The Price - Eightball
How
do
you
think
it
would
feel
to
go
around
the
world
in
a
day?
The
artist
pays
the
price
so
you
won't
have
to
pay
(Around
the
world
in
a
day)
If
only
we
would
listen
to
what
they
have
to
say
We
all
go
through
changes
to
get
to
where
we're
going
We
have
to
learn
a
life
of
sacrifice
(yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
To
keep
on
growin'
Yeah.
Life
is
for
learnin
Remember
this
And
learn
from
life
Think
about
the
players
in
the
past
who
died
in
sacrifice
Some
died
in
wars
for
a
country
that
oppressed
them
Some
died
preachin—prayin
for
God
to
bless
them
I
am
one
of
the
blessed,
born
to
bring
the
world
poetry
Hip-hop,
musically—expressing
what's
inside
of
me
Some
find
me
entertaining.
Some
find
me
marketable.
A
potential
Black
millionaire
so
that
makes
me
targetable.
Low-lifes
and
fork-tongued
devils
get
easy
access.
Flashin
me
faces,
making
empty
promises.
Soggy
niggas
sign
contracts
and
make
deals,
Rappin
bout
who
they
killed,
Talking
bout
they
keeping
it
real.
Hardcore
homicidal,
kingpins
of
the
century
Need
to
quit
rappin
and
leave
this
shit
to
the
real
MC's.
But
ain't
no
chance
Opposing
forces
got
the
upper
hand.
Do
as
they
command
to
keep
them
from
suffering.
See,
I
don't
know
everything
But
my
opinion
I
will
voice
As
long
as
I
can
choose
I'll
choose
the
right
or
the
wrong
choice.
Addicted
to
Hip-hop
beats
And
hoes
that
can't
stay
out
the
streets.
Tryin
to
make
a
dollar
Without
a
nigga
havin
to
rob
and
cheat.
Got
me
hustling
Twenty-four-seven,
Three-sixty-five
Coast
to
coast
Mic-checkin
Keeping
the
party
alive
Engrave
my
name
in
the
minds
of
those
Who
bob
to
this
Slang
and
rob
to
this
Jack
and
rob
to
this
Herbs
and
meditation
made
a
pill
when
I
put
it
down
But
individual
perception
will
change
each
phrase
around
Different
towns
Ain't
none
of
this
shit
like
Orange
Mound
Players
unified,
digging
on
my
mellow
sound
Exec's
Get
big
ole
fat
checks
For
makin
deals
While
soldiers
like
me
in
the
fields
Down
there
getting
killed
When
this
is
all
over
If
I
could
do
it
again,
I
do
it
twice
Before
and
after
me,
the
artist
will
always
pay
the
price
The
industry
Full
of
broke
niggas
tryin
to
make
a
comeback
Rappin
bout
that
bullshit
Over
them
weak-ass
tracks
Judging
me
When
around
the
globe,
ain't
nothing
the
same
Think
how
the
world
would
be
if
none
of
this
hit
had
ever
changed
Aint
like
it
used
to
be
when
hip-hop
belonged
to
you
and
me
Shit
got
sugar
coated—modified
for
tv
Niggas
like
me,
don't
give
a
fuck
about
commercial
air
time
Forced
underground,
ain't
nothing
commercial
bout
my
rhymes
Rather
be
broke
or
slinging
dope
than
hold
my
tongue
back
Niggas
who
put
on
acts
get
they
ass
beat
up
and
jacked
I'm
not
a
killer—just
a
poet
tryin
to
survive,
nigga
Given
the
choice
to
ride
or
die,
I
chose
to
ride,
nigga
I'm
paying
the
price
for
all
the
real
MC's
after
me
Be
a
artist,
not
a
slave
for
the
industry
I'm
paying
the
price
for
all
the
real
MC's
after
me
Be
a
artist,
not
a
slave
for
the
industry
Full
of
them
trees
On
them
Hennesy's
Fuckin
with
them
G's
1 Intro
2 Put Tha House Onit
3 All 4 Nuthin'
4 Bounce Wit Me
5 My Homeboy's Girlfriend
6 If I Die
7 The Artist Pays The Price
8 Get Money
9 All One Me
10 Lost
11 Time
12 Pure Uncut
13 Down And Out
14 I Don't Wanna Die
15 My First Love
16 Gett Bucked
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