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Mass Appeal

Gang Starr13 Jul 1999

Mass Appeal Lyrics

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 sh*t I break kids

Step into my zone mad rhymes will stifle ya

Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some a**

 

A lot of rappers be like one time wonders

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

Their noses I hate those motherf**kin posers

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

And with my unique skills nag 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 sh*t like a tent boy

You're paranoid cause you're my 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

 

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 mak eem say that I'm god

 

Niggaz be pretendin they hardcore

 

Never know the meaning of

 

But I get props like a slogan and no man

Could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam

Lyrically def 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

 

I know I'm d**e 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

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***