'Hip Hop rule 4080....Record industry people are shady' KRS-One
Elihu The Philosopher
"Consciousness creates CHANGE, Complacency Creates CHAINS!!!"
Elihu The Philosopher/The Fullmental Alchemist/Noir Know'Ledge/Nubian Gnosis/Dj Praetexta Una
Lyrics
"The Devils Advocate"
Wit wide open arms I’ll welcome you to the label,
Lie right to your face, feed you mad fables
Quickly sign your name on the dotted line
With that final pen stroke, your soul becomes mine
Once you mine I’ll redesign and reshape your mind
Meddle with your mentals & remold your lines
But you won’t mind when I rewrite your rhymes
All the 0’s on the check yeah they got you blind,
My business is buying and selling souls
Making you platinum, not gold is my goal
I’m the pusher man but I don’t push grams
I push millz and grands to boost your sound scan
Sex, drugs,& guns I don’t care what you flow,
As long as it sells in da sto’ & I make my dough
I’m not concerned the least wit what you speak on beats
Or the negative effects that it has on peeps in the streets
Moral compass, nah I don’t got one B,
No conscience B, Morals mean nuthin’ to me
You reap what you sew don’t got no meanin’ to me
You best be talkin’ currency cuz morality I ain’t feelin’ or hearin’ it B
Catch a case please I hope you land in jail,
Don’t worry Dun the label’ll post your bail cuz time in jail will only boost your sales
Better yet do it big & rack up a felony
Cuz fed time’ll guarantee a sales boost times three
Either way behind bars you gonna do some time
You gonna get so little from royalties ya only choice is 2 turn 2 crime
See I gain from your suffering and your pain
No stress on my frame, you the fool shackled in chains
If you got beef in the streets I promote the beef
Cuz controversy sells records & fills concert seats
And should the beef get 2 deep I ain’t the 1 facin’ the heat
If you get shot in the streets & laid 6 feet deep I’ma still sleep in peace
You young cats ain’t learn nuthin’ from the tragedies of Pac and Big
Stop & think kid, bank accounts got big when someone popped they lids
So If you die, it’ll only bring me gain
Cuz Money in the bank equals artists laid in graves
My love for the green man it makes me depraved
I’ll do anything for it, I live for it, it’s all I crave
Man cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M.
I lust for the green, for the dough I fiend
I’m a false Pope promotin’ poison preachin’ prophets
Panderin’ priests willing 2 be pimped 4 profits and serve the god that dwells within mens pockets
