Makin’ Records Lyrics by Maestro Fresh Wes

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Intro [maestro fresh wes - talking]
Yeah, yeah yeah. I got my man in the studio, mac. whats going on money?
[mac] yo whats up? chill
[maestro] word. I remember back in the days, you know. I be thinking, you
Go in the studio, you drop a record, you know what Im saying. thats all
Im saying. you get your porps an dloot the whole nine. word (word). i
Think brothers gotta wake up and smell the coffee you know what Im saying.
[mac] brothers gotta wake up man
[maestro] word, word man

Chorus x4
[studio people] you gotta wake up, you gotta gotta wake up
[maestro] check it, its all about makin records

[maestro]
Everyday I wake up, I thank god
cause I never had to kill, never had to rob
Always had a job
The industrys hard, full of frauds
But I never pulled a card on the boulevard
I just work hard
Ask a vet about disaster, you hafta
Be able to get a label to blast your procraster-
Nating the laughter, has to wait
After you pass the snake, stay awake hobbes
Thats the breaks
You wanna make a record, check it
You need more than your boys around your way giving you credit
cause you can have a spectacular, vernacular
But take your contract to a lawyer to look after ya
cause labels have mastered the
Skill of gassing ya, after ya, dropped the flip like a spatula
Snatch your acura
And all the bitches you wanted
Are flaunted your riches are laugh at ya
Cut you off like a dagger, support you like a laddere
Your pockets aint fatter, you be sadder
So you better have a better strate-gy
Cant you see
It aint healthy, nobody could tell me its hell see
Takes more than a dope lp to be wealthy
Let me show you the path, youre going too fast
Youre choking your promotional staff, aint no knowing the half
They look and they laugh, and take time off
Cut ya off, no loss youre just a write off
Now youre feeling neglected and rejected
Check it, its all about makin records

Chorus x2

[maestro fresh wes]
You want to see pandemonia rip
Well youre melodious shit
You shackle and tackle by chicks, packing like appleonia(? ) six
Having the hoes on your jock
A smooth individual, your videos on yo! and the box
Collecting your props, you think youre getting your nots
Forgetting black man attacks mans upsetting and sweating ya pops
Ringing the bell, ringing em hell
Im telling them facts, black be clever you better rebel
Youre outta here like flash dance
You and your wack stance
Regroup from your advance, fat chance!
Youre say that youre only playing with your soul
Youre innovative, but they got creative control
Youre a puppet on a string, aint got a fucking thing
You can sing so they cling, cause they know thay going to bring
Money with your rhyme but youre def dumb and blind
Dont waste time nigger, sign that dotted line

Chorus x4

[maestro fresh wes]
Now in the studio, you got the stupid flow
It doesnt matter tho, its who you know
You think you got it bad, girls got it the harder way
Labels love to see a black woman in lingerie
Whats a broad to say when a label say well make you millions
Buy clothes for your children, you know she hit the ceiling
They sing for me, well bring you gs
But injuries in the industry, could come instantly
I see the way they make a g a day, but what a fee to pay
Throwing and showing your t and a
Youre taking a blow, your ass you shake it to show
Is raking the dough, but they played you and make you a ho
Youre a piece of meat, between the sheets
nuff brothers seek to reach you, to freak or so to speak
Your moms cant believe this, her daughter showing cleavage
Shes speachless, and says oh help me sweet jesus
Exposing the punanny, just to win a grammy
But when that ass is flabby, you gone, word to daddy
Stop the degradation youre facing
This information Im raising to the queens of my nation
The shit cant prolong, goes strong
And when you sing a slow song (baby keep your clothes on)
Times are hard, many hearts are broken
Some start to smoke, farrakhan aint joking
When he said were being setup
So black men and women keep your head up
When youre makin records

Chorus x4

Outro - farrakhan sample
The greatest musicians, the greatest rap stars. the greatest black
Artists, are sitting here today. but I want you to know, youre being
Setup. by the smarter that is coming down.
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Intro [maestro fresh wes - talking]
Yeah, yeah yeah. I got my man in the studio, mac. whats going on money?
[mac] yo whats up? chill
[maestro] word. I remember back in the days, you know. I be thinking, you
Go in the studio, you drop a record, you know what Im saying. thats all
Im saying. you get your porps an dloot the whole nine. word (word). i
Think brothers gotta wake up and smell the coffee you know what Im saying.
[mac] brothers gotta wake up man
[maestro] word, word man

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