Mass Appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

No way you'll never make it

Come with the weak shit, I break kids

Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya

Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass

A lot of rappers be like one time wonders

Couldn't see a fly rhyme if there was one right under

Their noses, I hate those motherfuckin' posers

But I'm so real to them it's scary

And with my unique skills, nah, you can't compare me

And no we don't make wack tracks

And all the suckers get pushed back when I'm kickin' real facts

I represent set up shit like a tent boy

You're paranoid 'cause you're a son like Elroy

And you'd be happy as hell to get a record deal

Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

Mass appeal

Oh yes, I'm greater than all MC's when I breeeze, give me room please

I be like fascinatin' when I be updatin'

Cuttin' off wack kids, pullin' their trump cards

I thump hard, and make 'em say that I'm God

Niggas be pretendin' they hardcore

Never know the meaning of (real hardcore)

But I get props like a slogan and no man

Could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam

Lyrically deaf and connecting complete mic wrecking

No double checking vocals kill like weapons

But if I have to I go all out with no mic

Yeah that's right 'cause I survived mad fights

And for my peeps I truly care

'Cause without some of them I wouldn't be here

And they all know how I feel

'Cause suckers be like playin' themselves to have mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

I know I'm dope but don't wet that

I've suffered setbacks but now I'm makin' greenbacks

Just like baggy slacks I'm crazy hip-hop

Check one two and you don't stop

Your head'll bop when I drop my crop

Of pure bomb, just like the seashore I'm calm

But wild, with my monotone style

Because I don't need gimmicks

Gimme a fly beat and I'm all in it

Word is bond I go on and on

For you it's tragic I got magic like wands

So I'ma end this lecture and I betcha

Those who kick dirt and do time, I'm gonna get cha

'Cause I be kickin' the real

While they be losin' the race tryin' to chase mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

Mass appeal, mass appeal, mass appeal, mass appeal