Tajai

Tajai - Dedication lyrics

(feat. Goapele)

[Tajai]

To everyone who bit material and ran with it

Punk I see you

None of you can escape my view

To all the off beat rappers, fuck your lyrics

Learn your lyrics for you bust your lyrics

Especially to niggaz who front like they freestylin'

With that rearranged rehearsed verse you fuckin lames

This goes to fake niggaz with corny shows

I paid 40 bones just to watch you front and pose

To all these wannabe dyke bitches actin like bitches

All I wanted was some fire for this weed I twisted

To the cats thinkin they touchin me

That's absurd

Oakland, Cali, perhaps you heard

To the so-called theorists

This here is about vibes and spirit

And anybody can feel it when they hear it

To the rap critic

You fuckin herb

Fuck you, your review and your SAT verb

[chorus: Goapele]

Fakers

Hosers

Losers

Haters

[Tajai]

To these ol' new booty rappers screamin' back in the day

You think old school is Special Ed and Big Daddy Kane

To these video hoes swearin' that you models

Then why you suckin for cash and gettin fucked with champagne bottles

To the whiteboy rappers

Keep it true

I ain't forgot, there was a time when yo ass would get mine

To this head claimin freestyle king, write a song

I ain't tryin to hear you rhyme about the crowd all night long

To the wannabe thug, thinkin' cornrows and tats

Would it keep me, from breakin my foot up in yo ass?

To these record execs hidin behind contracts

Watch ya back, stay strapped, you snakes, you rats

To these hangers-on and yes men

Screamin about the guests list

Guess what, you can get this dick

To these revolutionaries who ain't went to Training Day

You think the block's innocents can keep you out of harm's way?

[chorus: Goapele]

[Tajai]

To these cowards posin with guns thinkin that's going to stop me

Your soul is now my property, you should've shot me

To these half naked hookers, man be starin

Put some clothes on then we won't have nothing to stare at

To these rappin ass show promoters, please don't flow

Just introduce me and collect my dough

To these ol' internet busters, come up and speak

In fact, don't come up and speak, you might get your ass beat

To the hype man, who don't know his rapper's rhymes

Got 'em runnin' out of breath or leavin' blank spots half the time

To these cats with these heavy chains heavyweight tools

I went to college I'm tryin to pay to graduate school

To these players, these hoe payers

You ain't a pimp, you a trick

We make 'em pay for the dick

Now to these hoes that think they gonna get some of my bread

I made this money and I'ma keep it right there

[chorus: Goapele]

[Tajai]

To these quote an quote underground cats

Guess what, you went commercial soon as you sold your first rap

To the stations claimin there where hip hop lives

Hip hop lives in the streets, you be the dick

To the cat in the crowd who wanna wear a flown

Why don't you go home or something, you're a fuckin clown

To these Pac immitators, I hate to be a hater

But he was one of the greatest, and you can never duplicate him

To the dead beat daddies, you're not a man

How you gone have your kids runnin 'round without a dad

To the baby momma's tryna find a man

Find yourself, you got more prince and matters in hand

To anyone who got a problem with what I say

The name is Tajai

Send all drama this way

To these jada folks screamin fuck hip hop

Fuck you motherfucka, I love hip hop

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