Platinum Formula
my elimination of the wack/ detracts from feedback/ cuz without "money and
hoes" raps/ they just deny daps/ perhaps rhyme on runnin’ laps/ through
bodies of water to get sales/ and say "what" twice in each song/ to see if
that might tip the scales/ or waste bright metaphorical inventions/ on
verses about possessions/ forget the lessons and have mic sessions/ explain
each brand-name I’m dressed in/ rock an iced-down rolex/ roll in a ride w/
that suffix/ this is the formula; when flexed/ that’ll have MTV saying I’m
the next/ hot shit in the industry/ or maybe there’s more; lesse/ I knew an
element wasn’t given/ I forgot about the women/ or bitches as I should say
now/ because to blow up this is how it’s done/ real relationships are
fuckin’ dumb/ and hoes are for fuckin’ till my dick’s numb/ somehow this
even attracts more women to you/ don’t ask me to explain/ I’m just
following this recipe/ to make my name a thing of fame/ oh, how could I
forget thuggin’/ don’t hesitate to bust a slug in/ your face; even my
cousins’/ if I don’t like the look of their mug ‘n’/ I’mma be like this
till I die/ gather a crew and shout we ride/ ghat, tec or AK by my side/
gotta act like violence is my bride/ for better or worse/ must show I got a
bloodthirst/ start beef while cameras are on/ like boxing, publicists give
me the purse/ lyrics must become simplistic/ too many syllables is a risk
kid/ trying to sell to peeps of every kind/ and the majority of man has dim
minds/ and no more making mentalities enhanced/ I’ll spit stupid shit; you
ignore and dance/ and still run to grab my shit off the rack/ and you
wonder why I go plat./ and to even get the "headz" purchase/ on 2 Primo
beats I’ll spit real verses/ you hear it on a b-side, get hyped and cop it/
then wish the loot was still in your pocket/ as you find Primo was just the
seduction/ but the rest of the production/ is Swizz Beatz, Trackmasters and
Hitmen/ and that’s just the introduction/ on my second album I’ll claim
coercion/ blame the label for me not being true/ claim this time I’m coming
though/ 100% hip-hop....look how the bullshit got you 
this be the formula/ I’ll never follow it, but I’m warning ya/ don’t get
baited by scratched hooks/ or if you like how shiny shit looks/ elevate as
this antiquates/ let’s dead this mindstate/ put an ax to platinum plaques/
if sales and skills don’t equate/ emcees: stay true to you/ never
compromise to sell a few/ and headz only support those who/ deserve it;
fuck I’m through....