Lyrics

[Sample from the film 'Almost Famous']: William Miller: I've been doing some stuff for a local underground paper, too Lester Bangs: What, are you like the star of your school? William Miller: They hate me Lester Bangs: You'll meet them all again on their long journey to the middle Lester Bangs: You know your writing is damn good. It's just a shame you missed out on rock'n roll. It's over William Miller: Over? Lester Bangs: Over. Do you take drugs? William Miller: No Lester Bangs: Smart kid. I used to do speed. You know sometimes a little cough syrup. Stay up all night, writing and writing. And like 25 pages of drivel about the phases of Coltrain. You know, just to fuckin' write [Chorus] [Novel]: The fighters are all around And the lovers are underground No one will save you, anymore So what's happening? What you rappin' about? Is it boys? Is it cars? Is it girls? Is it money? Save the world The world [Verse One] [Novel]: Katrina tragedy, Jena 6 ? trapped and rappers rich Yeah we came from rags to this So when we ever gon' get past this shit Ain't tryin' to judge I'm the same as you I feel pain and anguish too I spit broken language too Look at all the bullshit I've been through Gotta watch my back nowadays Gotta look out for my own Everywhere I go I roam, I know the government be tappin' my phones Let's go against the man, let's stand out Put a fist in the air, throw a hand out Open your eyes son and revolutionize Everybody choose sides, let's see what pans out [Chorus] [Novel]: The fighters are all around And the lovers are underground No one will save you, anymore So what's happening? What you rappin' about? Is it boys? Is it cars? Is it girls? Is it money? Save the world The world [Verse Two] [Joell Ortiz]: Who the best in the booth son Got the Internet goin' crazy every time he give a website a new one Who never mention that he shoot guns Still gets the ooh/uzi and ahhs when everybody call him "New Pun" Brooklyn, yeah I rep that Champion hoodie with the Mets hat low In case I'm in the hood and have a set back And one of my man's got to step back and let that go I'm gonna get that doe I don't wanna be po' no mo' That sucks when your pockets feel like they got hit by a Mack truck So when they pull the track up, I don't just act up I wild till the studio calls for back up Opportunities something I never pass up Yeah I'll do that, give me that, yup that too That game's sick, you the man or you ain't shit So I flame shit till my name stick like a tattoo Achoo, I sneeze on the game till everybody's sick Let everybody spit Okay everybody done, I'mma have a little fun 3, 2, 1 Everybody shit on they self You ain't never heard a flow like mine Seen a show like mine See hoes like mine Let me know I'm fine Yours are whores of course because your boring lines Don't work with women, they work with little sluts See a few bucks won't give a nigga a nut Mine's got jobs and credit, they know the game Put something in they name and I get a little butt And maybe I'm wrong but the ladies I bone Are rewards for not rhymin' my Mercedes on chrome Or how your brain be all gone when the mag is out Man I can't stand what y'all rappin' 'bout [Chorus] [Novel]: The fighters are all around And the lovers are underground No one will save you, anymore So what's happening? What you rappin' about? Is it boys? Is it cars? Is it girls? Is it money? Save the world The world The fighters are all around And the lovers are underground No one will save you, anymore So what's happening? What you rappin' about? Is it boys? Is it cars? Is it girls? Is it money? Save the world The world