FuQ - The Synopsis

[mfuqua23]

Yo, I'm a call it how I see it

Overfeed of the game, might just turn it bulimic

I been rockin out rhymes outside the lines

Bout do to like my pen authorize, get inside the lines

of the divine business, that turn minds senseless

to their capacity existence, got bad penmanship, get it?

How much more you want of an entreprenuer?

Reality show mixtapes, the next thing comin outta the door

but even the hood scripts, with full clips, behind the scenes, you'll soon see

Your at fault just the same, not bein' want you truly want to be

Ladies flaunt it for free, yet locked down in image imprisionment

Sole purpose to satisfy man's sorry piece of equipment

They need to quit bein' video hoes

Used to turn me on for a minute but now I'm sayin' no more

The top ten would be abstract, take away the jewels and cadillacs

You want the source of the problem, I'm a show you where it's at

The problem's not the successes, the problem is the message

Betcha I'll catch heat for who I'm gonna reference

The "Dirty South" lived up to it's name and dirtied up the game

Don't worry, you're only gettin' part of the blame

It's like they're sayin' another consci is whinin' again

Been sayin' the **** for years, but what we need to do is smack the taste outta they fans/

We need a new balance with a new breed

cuz we're sayin the same things that our parents said when we wasn't listenin'/

Establish credibility and keep my flow drenchin'

for voices alike and ears that like hearin' my rhymes representin'

A young artist stressin', I got books that's documentin'

my hate, love, predictions, creative episodes of fiction

If my rhymes was simplistic, I'd be on the playlists and

the #1 man with millions of fans

That's a subconscious power, every human being with they could devour

But some minds is stronger or they heart just won't allow it

I realize the styles of the culture and cliques

But some of the things you wanna wear, it just looks stupid

You ain't got my nerves rackin' or jealous from ya stackin'

See the look in ya honey's eyes, she still desire the passion

that you don't give her, with every delivery comes a tip

but I require more than ya 15%

The commissions for my visions can't be calculated

so I need to find alternate routes for my paper chasin'

Livin for and find a way to survive, we got the floor

but they built walls and ceiling, got us trapped to uphold the law

Can't handle our whys and what fors

Make room for our views as we blow down the door

Edited June 5, 2006 by mfuqua23

[J-o-e]

Dope man

The "Dirty South" lived up to it's name and dirtied up the game

Don't worry, you're only gettin' part of the blame

It's like they're sayin' another consci is whinin' again

I liked that bit the best.