Glorified 4 Television

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Claas & Bobby Marz - Rap, In English

Glorified 4 Television

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[Verse 1: Claas] Glorification of this Hip-Hop hop, when will it stop? (Stop) The fuckin' industry is twistin' rappers like spinnin' tops (Top) Spotlight is on the game like the prisons in every state Gate all the shit, you wrote lyrics are subject to change Maintain your curiosity, be cautious with what you speak We seek to be free and we need to proceed with certain degrees Can't you see what I fuckin' mean when I say this shit's for T.V.? Try it for the greatest versions but actually you can't even beat Change your style every two days to appeal to your fans Yesterday rockin' all Southpaw and today you rep bands Hardcore gangster skater punk, you're a puppet on strings Only knowin' how to rap about money and flashy things Trappin' for fame, destroyin' this art, killin' the game Bein' glorified for nothin' like your name's Lebron James Think I'm playin'? You bitches are about as fake as they come (Come) All this money you're makin' and yet don't know where you're from [Chorus: Claas] Glorified for television, can everybody see me? Motherfucker's talk shit but everybody wants to be me Believe me, can see me, try to fuckin' deceive me None of this is for T.V., nobody sees me on C.D Glorified for television, can everybody see me? Motherfucker's talk shit but everybody wants to be me Believe me, can see me, try to fuckin' deceive me None of this is for T.V., nobody sees me on C.D [Verse 2: Bobby Marz] I won't be a corporate hoe with corporate flow PG-13 limp dickless type of dough (Oh) Picture me on your T.V. drinkin' Pepsi Wearin' Louis Vuitton instead of Fendi I wanna be rich, and I don't give a fuck who I'm gonna offend G (Nope) I ain't got no morals, I ain't got no soul Dawg, I'm empty, please sell me (Come on) Give me a product and I'll endorse it Hollywood hold me, now I'm hopeless Aye dawg, did you notice? Vanilla Coke sure do taste oh so delicious Obey Your Thirst you dumbass braindead little bitches Nike sure make a real good shoe (Uh huh) Get your F1's in white hot blue (Uh huh) I'ma buy some, how 'bout you? I wanna look just like everyone else do I wanna sound just like everyone else too Maybe it's me, but once you sell your booty Your credibility is null and void with me Fuck our last sale, oh well, what the Hell [Bridge: Bobby Marz] Money rule everything around me We actin' funny for the dollar, dollar bill y'all Money rule everything around me We actin' funny for the dollar, dollar bill y'all [Chorus: Claas] Glorified for television, can everybody see me? Motherfucker's talk shit but everybody wants to be me Believe me, can see me, try to fuckin' deceive me None of this is for T.V., nobody sees me on C.D Glorified for television, can everybody see me? Motherfucker's talk shit but everybody wants to be me Believe me, can see me, try to fuckin' deceive me None of this is for T.V., nobody sees me on C.D [Verse 3: Claas] So there you have it, if you can grab it Collect it, this shit is hectic They glorify the game for shit emcees never respected (Never respected) Without meaning they're just calls, create make-believe And make you think that T.V. is the way that it has to be (Has to be) It's sad to see how all this shit went wrong Now all rap artists have clothing lines, what the fuck's goin' on? And now it's all bad, no good, we think 'cause rap's been screwed And we're so lost and confused that we don't know what to do (Don't know what to do) Have you seen the underground? As it footfalls like it does Rappers believe as they come, then realize it's not what it was But responses then hypocrites have diminished the truth (Diminished the truth) But real emcees don't look for glory, we show you the proof We open your eyes so you can finally see what it means Put it on wax so you can hear why the fuck you need to see in me [Pre-Chorus: Claas] Believe me, can see me, try to fuckin' deceive me All of this is for C.D., you can't let fuckers talk shit But everybody wants to be me Believe me, can see me, try to fuckin' deceive me None of this is for T.V., nobody sees me on C.D [Chorus: Claas] Glorified for television, can everybody see me? Motherfucker's talk shit but everybody wants to be me Believe me, can see me, try to fuckin' deceive me None of this is for T.V., nobody sees me on C.D

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Credits

Writers
  • Bobby Marz
  • Claas