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Mass Appeal (Edited)

Gang Starr26 Dec 2006

Mass Appeal (Edited) Lyrics

(Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal)

(Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal)

(Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal)

(Maybe your soul you'd sell to have 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 nah you can't compare me

And no we don't make wack tracks

And all the suckers get pushed back when I'm kicking 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

(Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal)

(Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal)

(Mass appeal)

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

I be like fascinating when I be updating

Cutting off wack kids pulling their trump cards

I thump hard and make them say that I'm God

Niggaz be pretending 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 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 playing themselves to have mass appeal

(Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal)

(Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal)

(Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal)

(Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal)

I know I'm d**e but don't wet that

I've suffered setbacks but now I'm making green bags

Just like baggy slacks I'm crazy hiphop

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'm end this lecture and I betcha

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

Cause I be kicking the real

While they be losing the race trying to chase mass appeal

(Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal)

(Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal)

(Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal)

(Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal)

(Mass appeal)

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