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Thankless Job

(Verse 1)

Yo this ain’t the gift of gab, it’s the gift of rap
The prophetic MC who never spit for cash
So when I get down on a track and spew on a record
I usually assume that it’s a mutual effort
Check it, but if the beat ain’t free than treat me as civil
There’s gotta be a way that we can maybe meet in the middle
Considering to the extent that my rhyme goes
When I’m the one in person spreading music at live shows
Plus you know I ain’t got the budget for that
So why don’t you help another brother out and cut me some slack? (Jack!)
I can’t front as a friend I’m kind of pissed
Gotta pay for the session, not to mention the final mix
While I wrote it for free and it took days to complete it
Plus all the extra money that it’s gonna take to release it
But unfortunately that’s the way that it’s made
A 12 year slave that never got paid for my trade
And I wish I didn’t have to MC so desperately
But it’s so expensive with each beat sold separately
As I get upset the more I recite
My whole life I can’t afford to record what I write
Damn, takin’ advantage cause they’ll doubt I’ll make a profit ever
So sorry fans but my next album might be droppin’ never

(Verse 2)

So I rock with Militant Marxman cause he ain’t chargin’
Every record’s a joint effort that we put our heart in
Which nowadays is few and farther between
Even people I used to work with started chargin’ a fee
Damn, and maybe I’ve been gettin’ bitter but jeez
Go try to find me an iller MC to spit it for free
Huh? I’m undervalued cause I’m lyrical as fuck
And wrote for 6 months for you to listen to it once
Got try to replicate the skills that I came with
And get yourself a replacement to fill in these blanks with
Man that’s like playin’ scrabble with no vowels
Ya’ll done fucked up now and shackled your own style
Without the words there’s no melody for your head
That’s like eatin’ peanut butter and jelly without the bread
I’m just sayin’ there’s no me without my pen
To jot gems, like who’s Eric B without Rakim?
But it’s whatever man I hope it was worth it
Next time around we’ll see how much that I’ll be chargin’ for verses
Yet I agree you need the beat it’s enormous
I’m just sayin’ that the MC is of an equal importance
So now I’m lookin’ for a bank to rob
Cause reppin’ “Real Hip Hop’s” been a Thankless Job

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from Struggles of an Aspiring MC, released October 25, 2022

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