Lockdown Songtext
von Dice Raw
Lockdown Songtext
Feat. Black Thought, Steve G′s
[Chorus]
Yo, they got us locked down, in a cell under the ground
Tryin' to push for a mainstream sound
Yo, they got us locked down, in a cell under the ground
Tryin′ to push for a mainstream sound
Every artist locked down, in a cell under the ground
Tryin' to push for a mainstream sound
Every rapper locked down, in a cell under the ground
Tryin' to push for a mainstream sound
[Dice Raw]
Man, it used to feel like hip-hop had a lock on my soul
And a deal was the only way I′d get parole
I got knocked years ago when I wrote my first rhyme
Ever since then, I been locked down doin′ time
Payin' dues with a lot to gain, but more to lose
I play the game, but they keep changin′ the rules
The studio's a holding cell for lyrical criminals
Doing demo tapes, hold mics like shanks
Battlin′, that's like a fight in the yard
Lines chase niggas down like Lieutenant Gerard
But I love it there, and some say that I′m institutionalized
Freestyling's our only form of exercise
I don't lift weights, lift my mind to a higher state
If your shit′s wack, you just can′t relate
I have nightmares of bein' back on the streets
But when I wake up in my cell, I feel relief
Bein′ on tour is like bein' transferred to jail
And the companies reattempt to boost your sales
In my last case, they came at me with a deal
The D.
A., I mean A
[Chorus]
Yo, they got us locked down, in a cell under the ground
Tryin' to push for a mainstream sound
Yo, they got us locked down, in a cell under the ground
Tryin′ to push for a mainstream sound
Every artist locked down, in a cell under the ground
Tryin' to push for a mainstream sound
Every rapper locked down, in a cell under the ground
Tryin' to push for a mainstream sound
[Dice Raw]
Man, it used to feel like hip-hop had a lock on my soul
And a deal was the only way I′d get parole
I got knocked years ago when I wrote my first rhyme
Ever since then, I been locked down doin′ time
Payin' dues with a lot to gain, but more to lose
I play the game, but they keep changin′ the rules
The studio's a holding cell for lyrical criminals
Doing demo tapes, hold mics like shanks
Battlin′, that's like a fight in the yard
Lines chase niggas down like Lieutenant Gerard
But I love it there, and some say that I′m institutionalized
Freestyling's our only form of exercise
I don't lift weights, lift my mind to a higher state
If your shit′s wack, you just can′t relate
I have nightmares of bein' back on the streets
But when I wake up in my cell, I feel relief
Bein′ on tour is like bein' transferred to jail
And the companies reattempt to boost your sales
In my last case, they came at me with a deal
The D.
A., I mean A
Writer(s): Tarik Trotter, Karl B Jenkins, Karl Jenkins, Roland Kirk, Kenyatta Saunders, Radji Mateen, Steve Woodson, Rahsaan, Radji Sudan Mateen, Rashsaan Roland Kirk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com