In your head you run this gig from beginning to end
But it's never finished, this thing isn't beginning to end
Every lyric is intimately written and meant
To mimic ill malignant wisdom when you spit to offend
Because you've got it bottled up but you're not about to give up
You've fallen down but you've gotta get up and prosper like hallelujah
You've got it tough cuz reality sucks
And every motherf*cker's gunning for that audio love
But you don't got one HIT, even though you're pumpING
Every last nugget of your gumption into someTHING you love
DIGging deep within your lungs for that one THING that must STICK
Something's gotta give, or this run's been for noTHING
F*ck this...like you'll lose a little leverage
But Underground music's not a lucrative profession
Get it? Oh you want your tunes to be respected?
Well money makes a movement, and there's few who'll cut a check, kid
Rock out
I...can't...keep on rhyming alone, but I rock out
I...can't...leave it, I am at home when I rock out
I...can't...feel the high without hope, so I rock out
I'm buried underground, but I'm never gonna let it go
I love this sound when I
Rock out
Today it's not the rap that makes the rapper
It's the backers who are willing to break their backs for their master
An actor, dapper, just back from the haberdasher
Clad in fashion seen as laughable by practical bastards
So bless the entertainers, some are lesser some are greater
But they're buried in the Underground under layers of graves' dirt
They're all the same, hurt in pain by the way it works
Everybody's tryna make a name for that paper
But ain't too many make it up... and fewer stay above
So saying that you made it's sounding crazy like you made it up
Your face can take a punch and haters they ain't phasing much
You came in like you're made for this game, and you stay in playing rough
But it ain't enough, just bumping all your honesty
It's obviously not gonna be enough to make a profit seen
It's all a scheme, it's not enough just to follow dreams
You've gotta pay the gods before you're rocking out for all to see
Rock out
Even though you're not big
Even though your pockets are not thick with guap, you can rock hits
Rock out
Even though you're doing this for therapy
It's stereo inherent, if it's clear to you it's clear to me
Rock out
Sauce Is Matisse - Rock Out Lyrics
Sauce Is Matisse - Rock Out Lyrics
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In your head you run this gig from beginning to end
But it's never finished, this thing isn't beginning to end
Every lyric is intimately written and meant
To mimic ill malignant wisdom when you spit to offend
Because you've got it bottled up but you're not about to give up
You've fallen down but you've gotta get up and prosper like hallelujah
You've got it tough cuz reality sucks
And every motherf*cker's gunning for that audio love
But you don't got one HIT, even though you're pumpING
Every last nugget of your gumption into someTHING you love
DIGging deep within your lungs for that one THING that must STICK
Something's gotta give, or this run's been for noTHING
F*ck this...like you'll lose a little leverage
But Underground music's not a lucrative profession
Get it? Oh you want your tunes to be respected?
Well money makes a movement, and there's few who'll cut a check, kid
Rock out
I...can't...keep on rhyming alone, but I rock out
I...can't...leave it, I am at home when I rock out
I...can't...feel the high without hope, so I rock out
I'm buried underground, but I'm never gonna let it go
I love this sound when I
Rock out
Today it's not the rap that makes the rapper
It's the backers who are willing to break their backs for their master
An actor, dapper, just back from the haberdasher
Clad in fashion seen as laughable by practical bastards
So bless the entertainers, some are lesser some are greater
But they're buried in the Underground under layers of graves' dirt
They're all the same, hurt in pain by the way it works
Everybody's tryna make a name for that paper
But ain't too many make it up... and fewer stay above
So saying that you made it's sounding crazy like you made it up
Your face can take a punch and haters they ain't phasing much
You came in like you're made for this game, and you stay in playing rough
But it ain't enough, just bumping all your honesty
It's obviously not gonna be enough to make a profit seen
It's all a scheme, it's not enough just to follow dreams
You've gotta pay the gods before you're rocking out for all to see
Rock out
Even though you're not big
Even though your pockets are not thick with guap, you can rock hits
Rock out
Even though you're doing this for therapy
It's stereo inherent, if it's clear to you it's clear to me
Rock out
But it's never finished, this thing isn't beginning to end
Every lyric is intimately written and meant
To mimic ill malignant wisdom when you spit to offend
Because you've got it bottled up but you're not about to give up
You've fallen down but you've gotta get up and prosper like hallelujah
You've got it tough cuz reality sucks
And every motherf*cker's gunning for that audio love
But you don't got one HIT, even though you're pumpING
Every last nugget of your gumption into someTHING you love
DIGging deep within your lungs for that one THING that must STICK
Something's gotta give, or this run's been for noTHING
F*ck this...like you'll lose a little leverage
But Underground music's not a lucrative profession
Get it? Oh you want your tunes to be respected?
Well money makes a movement, and there's few who'll cut a check, kid
Rock out
I...can't...keep on rhyming alone, but I rock out
I...can't...leave it, I am at home when I rock out
I...can't...feel the high without hope, so I rock out
I'm buried underground, but I'm never gonna let it go
I love this sound when I
Rock out
Today it's not the rap that makes the rapper
It's the backers who are willing to break their backs for their master
An actor, dapper, just back from the haberdasher
Clad in fashion seen as laughable by practical bastards
So bless the entertainers, some are lesser some are greater
But they're buried in the Underground under layers of graves' dirt
They're all the same, hurt in pain by the way it works
Everybody's tryna make a name for that paper
But ain't too many make it up... and fewer stay above
So saying that you made it's sounding crazy like you made it up
Your face can take a punch and haters they ain't phasing much
You came in like you're made for this game, and you stay in playing rough
But it ain't enough, just bumping all your honesty
It's obviously not gonna be enough to make a profit seen
It's all a scheme, it's not enough just to follow dreams
You've gotta pay the gods before you're rocking out for all to see
Rock out
Even though you're not big
Even though your pockets are not thick with guap, you can rock hits
Rock out
Even though you're doing this for therapy
It's stereo inherent, if it's clear to you it's clear to me
Rock out
Writer: Sauce Is Matisse
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid