Текст песни Rappers Revenge - Mike Gee

MCs stop! Singers talk!
Well I think it's time we had a serious talk
Break!

Don't you think it's kinda funny, we do the work
And when we get our pay, we get jerked jerked jerked
And our manager says our records aren't good
But we know it's rockin' the whole neighborhood
Put your microphones down, put 'em down today
And you can bet they'll call us back right away
And if we, we walk away, and if we leave 'em alone
Tell me now, who's gonna rock the microphone?
Just to let you know how our managers are wack
Let me tell you a little story about my man Jack
How Jack one day got a big contract
His manager said Jack you'll be a star
And you will rock for the people near and far
And you will be the best, that you can bet
And every six months you'll get a big check
Well six months came, but took its time
And you can bet that check was on Jack's mind
Well Jack got his check but it was sad to see
A poor boy Jack was short 50 G's
Break!

And while our managers are greedy, know 'em with a smile
Takin' our money, laughin' in style
We try and sit down, try and talk like men
But they look in our faces and they start to grin
Now here's what we'll do when we have our doubts
We'll get us a lawyer to check them out
We'll take 'em to court, fight for our rights
And get what's ours with all our might
Now listen to the truth and learn the facts
Or you'll wind up like my man Jack

Don't you think it's kinda funny, we do the work
And when we get our pay, we get jerked jerked jerked
And our manager says our records aren't good
But we know it's rockin' the whole neighborhood
Put your microphones down, put 'em down today
And you can bet they'll call us back right away
And if we, we walk away, and if we leave 'em alone
Tell me now, who's gonna rock the microphone?
Break!

Well, we rap and we sing and we do our thing
But when it comes to our money things get real funny
We wanna be good, we wanna be the best
And what we're really aimin' for is success
And our manager's know that there can be no other
We are what you call their bread and butter
Put your microphones down, stop this fuss
Because we don't need them, they need us
I told you the truth, why didn't you catch the hint
That our managers are usin' us to pay their rent

Don't you think it's kinda funny, we do the work
And when we get our pay, we get jerked jerked jerked
And our manager says our records aren't good
But we know it's rockin' the whole neighborhood
Put your microphones down, put 'em down today
And you can bet they'll call us back right away
And if we, we walk away, and if we leave 'em alone
Tell me now, who's gonna, tell me now, who's gonna
Tell me now, who's gonna rock the microphone?
Break!