Stages and Lights

Lyrics

[Intro: Sadat X] Yeah, yeah, once again as we join Sadat X on the great hunt for dough Along with my man Show-B-I-Z, representing D.I.T.C Wild Cowboys make a lot of noise [Hook: Sadat X] Stages and cameras and lights don't affect me Same on the wax as the same on the street [Verse 1: Sadat X] Now, for the good things in life, show, let's keep this crowd mingling Been to everywhere, like, twice—my latest trip been to England Learned this whole scene from the Grand Puba Peace to Lord Jamar and Nas, Escobar My people Crime Family, they finally got a chance Long live Ralph McDaniel and his crazy man Sam My man Pablo, can I get a suit from Mecca? Brother Orko from Karl Kani, can I get a shirt so I can be fly? I'd also like a Walker Wear suit made from April Hit me off in May when I'm heard on Ed and Dre, Scoop Jackson on the late night, New Jersey week night Honeys from Passaic, my joint, they better play it Rhyme after rhyme after rhyme after rhyme Line after line after line after line Somebody said did I know my man Kid Capri? I grew up on him and my man Brucie Bee The lone mic for hire like the Viking If shit ain't to my liking, I'll run and get the axe It's not that I'm a racist—it's just I'm pro-blacks You can't sleep in this here game 'cause there's cheese and there's A million emcees in public housing A nigga'll step on your back just to get the crack, got the gold ring The whole thing is like a game I ain't never been gold But I got the platinum fame like this [Hook: Sadat X] Stages and cameras and lights don't affect me Same on the wax as the same on the street [Verse 2: Sadat X] My energetic show is just half of the picture I'll take your suggestion, no question, and flip it Add to it, then get bad to it The music man and I got what's hot I'll be the pleasure principal, reigning and restraining from bugging out And lugging out the heavy arms I'm to rap what Allen Iverson's to Georgetown, the truth-sayer Never team player, I move, groove, groove and parlay If I could bone every day, would I go that way? Check it out (Uh huh) At first, I'll take a little leap then lead the whole world Jump and make the earth shake and expose the fake This is no coincidence—this was bound to be Tell the young, "History is being made" Going backwards, I had A low one, a baldie, and a fade Being fresher neverthelesser makes me go all out 'cause I'm out in The street too much, not to be too clutched Showbiz is my man—no question, ace—hit me Off with the head-nod spare the rod My tunnel vision has my shit on collision We're making dough making investments and stacking up the property Thirty years from now, the young boys is living properly As the founding father of the style that niggas ain't even Bothered to find out, it'll blow your mind out Missioned in the circles of royalty Wild Cowboys, I owe my whole loyalty At the scene of the crime, the new essence of the rhyme Comes out like a dime piece, breaded and shredded Wack rappers get the mean, mean shouts from my team The riches, the bitches, and all the fan fanfare But I stay aware just like the black bear '96 is my year (My year) [Hook: Sadat X] (x2) Stages and cameras and lights don't affect me Same on the wax as the same on the street