Donny Goines - What The People Want Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
I'm in a class all by myself, you niggas absent
So Happen- that I'm a reminder of what is lack in
Back when, the b boys were known for doing those backspins
Passion, not of the Christ but of the Rappin
I can give to the public, whatever wanted
Abundance, styles by the hundreds, f*ck underground this the dungeon
There's no need for introduction, my fuction
Simple and Plain Rebuild after destruction
I'm turning, Ripple ta waves

Live in difficult days, where music is unevoled
And they hands in the honey jars blinded by money cars
Women and jewelry, but the truth is the hungry strave
'So why should I dumb it down, because that what you dummies are

Nigga please, my similies, so vividly
Describe all the Rhythem he TRAPPED, within the inner me
So you people know when I RAP, It's perfert symterary
And all the stars align on a TRACK, producers give ta me

[Verse 2:]
My Me-ta-phors, Are Never Flawed, A Pred-a-tor
Dear rap, I am forever yours, till dead and gone
At times I think am too clever for
The record stores, but then I vision all that I said before, and never thought

The people got it, but I'm so mistaken
Cause they qutoing all my lines that I wrote verbatim
From the Hip Hop heads, I hear no complainig
But the record labels wanna take my flow and change it

A catch twenty two cause rap money grew
They think evevybody will see it, and that monkey do
But not I watch my stock rise
In the midst, of a Rappers recession with hot rhymes

I'm undetered, not one for words
'But I'm making all this happen with a bunch of verbs
'So bright with the bars, Rap's sun emerged
And I'm far from okay, this is just superb

[Verse 3:]
Sometimes I feel underrated, I look at rappers who made it
And think there music is basic, and plus dickriding's contegoues
So when I'm turning these pages, in magazines I feel hatred
But then I think I'm impatient, and those are moments just wasted

So I re-lax- then I turn on these tracks
Lean back, put the wheels in motion take a deep gasp
(Inhallllllle) then the vocals that I breath back
Feedback, into my microphone and I see that

It's simply just matter of time
Before the music I releasing now, will capture ya mind
Just gotta master the rhymes, they anit got half of my grind
So when I cap-ti-talize, you niggas have ta realize

I was waiting in the wings, just perfecting da craft
Thinking about all the chances those executives had
And those A&R's saying my records were trash
But now they feel stupid when they mention my ass