Can’t Make It

Lyrics

[Intro: Rhymefest & Michael Jackson] You can't get out... Woo! Of the game! No, no... Hey, it's the Best Kept Secret El Che is coming! This the only dedication album ever done, ever You can't duplicate this, man! Mark Ronson, you ready? Aight, look Look, ugh! (C'mon!) [Verse 1: Rhymefest] I think you runnin' outta time (Huh)... runnin' for your life Runnin' from the cops like you runnin' from a crime Check your rear view, yeah who comin' from behind? I'm! El Che, never runnin' outta lines Rappers (Can't make it) Thinkin' that these fuckin' record deals Finna change your fuckin' life when you sign? (Nah) Labels is falling, whole industries are on decline It ain't no more dope in the streets, only mine (Woo!) Only a matter of time before you see the pattern unwind And I disappear, take that as a sign Of who's the man behind the mask in front of the shrine With every revolutionary who defying they time Like Booker T., Muhammad Ali, Huey P You and me! Yeah, nigga, I said it: you and me Either you fight or I'ma pull a Harriet Tubman And put a shotgun blast to your head until you free (Blaow!) It ain't Pooh or Phonte (Ugh), Common or Kanye My name is Rhymefest (Who?), El Che, El Commandante Serving up the hood like an entrée With over three thousand OutKast without a motherfuckin' Andre, nigga! [Hook: Rhymefest & Michael Jackson] If you keep selling dope on the block, we (Can't make it) Without education and jobs, we (Can't make it) And everybody know what it is Homie, we living in a (Game...) All these rappers (Can't make it) That ringtone shit is a wrap, you (Can't make it) I'm bringing real hip-hop back, you (Can't make it) And everybody know what it is Homie, we living in a (Game...) [Verse 2: Rhymefest] Yo, yo, yo, I get so loose I'll turn your brains into fresh produce Mixed vegetable, cauliflowers, tofu! Skip what they told you, running scared, let 'em go (Boom!) Black Jason in the forest with a gold tooth Music (Can't make it) We went from Marvin Gaye To Stevie Wonder to Michael Jack' to "A Bay Bay" Now El Che-ayy-ayy, from L.A. down to the A-A-A And I ain't hating, just clear my way Late-lay, I've been the king of this underground thing Don't believe me, then jump-jump-jump to get sting'd Like Killa Bees, I come from a city with killer G's Artilleries, bullets will make your ass feel a freeze If this was Jeopardy ('dy), the answer would be me (Me) The question would be, "Who is hard?" Bitch, I leave you scarred (Ahh!) Napoleon Dynamite, you fucking retard ("Gosh!") This year, 'Fest came so hard Straight starched, so thirsty, I'm so parched So dirty, yet so clean, my money is washed (Yeah) I spend everything, man, no matter the cost (Ugh, ugh, ugh!) And I don't need a million men, bitch, I'm still gon' march Ahhhhh [Interlude: Rhymefest] Yeah, this is Rhymefest A.K.A. El Che And we doing the Michael Jackson dedication album Never been done before Let's kick it off the right way, baby We livin' in the game, homie C'mon! [Hook: Rhymefest & Michael Jackson] If you keep selling dope on the block, we (Can't make it) Without education and jobs, we (Can't make it) And everybody know what it is Homie, we living in a (Game...) All these rappers (Can't make it) That ringtone shit is a wrap, you (Can't make it) I'm bringing real hip-hop back, you (Can't make it) And everybody know what it is Homie, we living in a...