Ice Cube - We Be Clubbin (Remix) - The Lyricist's Curse

Ice Cube
Song: We Be Clubbin
Album: The Players Club Soundtrack

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Lyrics:

See its a sad day in this story Im about to tell/ cus failure & slippin is not accepted in this realm/ this is the place where only top dogs dwell/ bartering ya soul cus its next on ya list of items to sell/not for nothing/ perfection is expected/ anything less is considered wack & not accepted/ go hard all the time cuz theres no other way to go/ they wanna bar me from spittin as they steel my flow/ but what of the writer who sits up late rackin his mind/tryna move his thoughts but the pens ink is paralyzed/ programmed to be #1/ not knowin bein yourself is the peaks essence/ what comes natural is the purest form of progression/ the concept of a lyricist/ is like the concept of a film critic/ people sittin around wit no talent tellin you how you shoulda did it/ never knowin how to write a bar but know how to drink at it/ sleepin on hateful thoughts call these critics craftmatic/ callin u all UPS/ cus u need help deliverin ya verse/ here I sit clickin my mouse/ editing lines so they dont sound like dumb ramblings/ dropped water on my hard drive the effects too damaging/ but what about the drive to stay fresh/ the drive to demolish a rhyme lik Dre 3K wit finesse/ this is a hard topic to understand/ like the bullshit that happened to Jennifer Hudson/ most likely/you stereotype me/ cus I got on a fitted with a fresh pair of Nikes/but how dare you?/ you dont know where these feet walked/ over cracked cement similar to a mind went psychotic/ Ive destroyed a lot of beats & when I start on the next it asks please stop it!/ stop killin me/ so efficiently/ I beg you/ once you make it shitty rappers will be destitute/ cant move on the charts call them vegetables/ so I sit back/ pondering on the thought of my knickknacks/ no need for Prozac/ the drug of my success is my kickback/ Im a ward boss Im ownin all my adversaries/ they watching time wind down like a death row inmate whos scary/ see I could equip a quicker flow/ execute it like a Stockton-Malone pick & roll/ like LaDainian doing the Power O/ see, theyll like me cus of my lyrics/ sign me cus of my lyrics/ than chastise me cus of the density of my lyrics/ credit my fans wit not bein smart enough to feel it/ then theyll ask me to quietly sell out cus of my lyrics/ but Ill stand in the pocket while the media blitzes me/ Ill get the pass off / late hit/ ref claims, he didnt see/ they want me to be a lesser version of me/ know why?/ cuz it increases my marketability/ they want me to hit high notes when I really cant/ they want gun talk when Ive never shot a can/ but Im supposed to weave tales about blowin heads off cus it sells/ basically throw myself into a snake infested well/ but I grit my teeth/ under this lamp unable to speak/ rather than break shit, I sit here & pump beats/ I rip sheets cus those rhymes are not me/ I write & rewrite till I love what I see/ here they come again with they recommendations/ stuffin it down my throat but I dont wanna taste it/ they see that doesnt work so they categorize/ now Im a backpacker but to their surprise/ what I hold in this sack is a bazooka wit a mean recoil/ a watch that tells me when to unleash/ and a pen that has a rhythmic fluid attack/ I do this so beautifully the notebook begins to weep/ man I bully the boulevard with bullets/ permeating cyberspace wit all of my thoughts put into music/then I realize as I sit under the night lamp/ the question that I asked would lead me to be typecast/ I dont need to ask how to separate myself I should just do it/then I realize theyll make things convoluted & complicated/ try to screw with my mind until im properly indoctrinated/ with the mindset that is theirs/ im supposed to walk alone & when im in trouble expect them to be there/ but um, luckily I know theyre fuckin wit me/mind games are not my weakness im playin chess wit their checker fuckery/ Im RiGRockwell/ why?/ cus I rock well/& I told you in the last song I get my rhymes from the top shelf/ yea

~RiGRockwell

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