Jealousy, Kanye beat; BY RAY SCAVO

There are forces in play that have “The Rap Game” in a choke-hold

Sure, we create it but we don’t own it. We make it, but we don’t distribute it.

Am I being petty?/ Am I in my feelings already?

Am I jealous of them/ or are they jealous of me?/

Most are never ready/ to be the second coming of Machiavelli/

Thus/ missing the point/ of his philosophy/

Where you gain power/ and then maintain power/ and explain power/

To the next generation of Gs/

These emcees/ are in such a hurry to please/ it’s disgusting to me/

Let them tell it it’s jealousy/

I’m going to give you my opinion and you’re going to call it “hating”

Success when you’re prepared to do/

what they will not/

You can take that two ways/

if you are ready to rock/

And be like the king of pop/

And one way/

signature on the dot/

and go along with the plot/

It’s okay/ to rise to the top/

but it looks like you forgot/

Who’s got you in the tuck/

And does not give a fuck/

About your legacy/ and your integrity/

Are we stupid or what?/

The record company/

Just stole the property/

Of another Emcee/

You seem to be/

A pimp to your fans/

and a bottom bitch to me/

The other way/

Is know the price of fame/

Will turn you to a lame/

You could play/

The independent game/

And first build up your name/

Make them pay/

You got hot on your own/

You don’t need a bank loan/

That you repay/

And when you free your mind/

And pay the fame no mind/

Not tempted by the fame/

Your morals didn’t change/

You never acted strange/

You are staying fit/

You are killing beats and killing rhymes/

crunches on inclines/

Too legit to quit/

Hammer/ in 96

But you’re a lyricist/

Knowing your worth in this bitch/

Am I being petty?/ Am I in my feelings already?

Am I jealous of them/ or are they jealous of me?/

Most are never ready/ to be the second coming of Machiavelli/

Thus/ missing the point/ of his philosophy/

Where you gain power/ and then maintain power/ and explain power/

To the next generation of Gs/

These emcees/ are in such a hurry to please/ it’s disgusting to me/

Let them tell it it’s jealousy ~