deception

blackalicious

don't let money change ya!

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this is a story of a kid his name is cisko

who made more money than the count of monte crisco

he lived a lavish style of life

fast money women cars

and he liked to frequent bars pubs and discos

made his living as a world famous rap star

when he first started mic respect's what he was af-ter

and so he got inside his mind

day and night

and he'd write

constantly his art and craft he'd try to mas-ter

started winnin local battles and his rep grew

gave his crew a reputation as the best crew

and what life would do to him

all the cards that was hard

pen and ped

stress relief would be his refuge

paid his dues

doing shows

now he's on track

in the lab

pumping demos

makin songs fat

then he quit his nine to five

finally his time arrived

when he signed a major label record contract

don't let money change ya!

laaaaah

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his first single was a overnight success hit

and now he went from wearing rags to the best fits

all his new acquitances

gassed his head

takin it

to the point where he lost proper perspective

started cuttin off the people he came up wit

ego blown like his soul had been ab-ducted

though his heart was once real

now material has filled

up his world

and he couldn't get enough of it

used to wanna be the best of the rap dons

now his only one concern is goin plati-num

and his skills has since decreased

and the inner hunger ceased

now content

just as long as fame and cash come

he's a big willie now

rappin bout cars

thousand dollar shoppin sprees

hangin out with stars

i mean just a year ago

he was broke

bummin money

drinkin out the 40 bottle

livin outdoors

don't let money change ya!

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second lp

my rap changes fast

here today

gone tomorrow

now his label passed

now the new poster boy

with the hip now sound

second time around everything isn't stable as

it once was

now he's lookin for the same hit

but his sound is played

he forget to change wit

them old hit rhymes

no one feelin him

his rhymes ain't appealin

anymore

and his records ain't sellin shit

now he's dropped from his label

and he's goin broke

tried the underground return

ghetto pass revoked

and the same faces that he dissed

on his way

to the top

laughed as they watched him do the downstroke

now the moral of the story is that some go

why would money make the inner vision crumble?

so if you're blessed with the talent

utilize it to the fullest

be true to yourself and stay humble

don't let money change ya!

laaaaah

di-dah

da-da-dee-dah

lah-di-dah

da-da-dee-dah

don't let money change ya!

laaaaah

di-dah

da-da-dee-dah

lah-di-dah

da-da-dee-dah

don't let money change ya!

laaaaah

di-dah

da-da-dee-dah

lah-di-dah

da-da-dee-dah

don't let money change ya!

laaaaah

di-dah

da-da-dee-dah

lah-di-dah

da-da-dee-dah