Story Behind The Song

I GOT TIRED OF HEARING ABOUT BANDS DEPRESSION AND OTHER BANDS USING MUSIC TO GET RICH NOT TO MAKE MUSIC

Song Description

THIS SONG PROSTESTS AGAINST THE CREATED GENRES OF MUSIC

Lyrics

CALL OUT
Lyrics by José Suaste
This version written on 11/26/03

I?m sick and tired of you punk muthafuckas
Taking advantage of youth
Glamorizing your depression, while ya stackin your loot
You?re spoutin off how your lost, pawn it off as the truth
Just so you can get some kids to buy a record or two
Wish I could bounce all you suckers, pull you out by the root
So I could finally put an end to all the bullshit you do
And your defending it by saying this is how you express
The weight upon your shoulders, all the shit on your chest
You couldn?t take the stage if your were really depressed
I know you think you?ve had it rough, but I ain?t nearly impressed
By all of your bogged down songs reinforcing the pain
Never bringing a solution, zero positive gain
There?s real kids with real problems, weighing tons on their brains
And you got them focusing on shit that?s petty and vane
I came to open up their eyes on how the world agonized
They need to switch it up revise, organize and then rise
Switch it up revise, organize, and then rise

Chorus
And it took a long time to realize
The death and demise, shaded from my eyes
It took a long time to see the truth
To finally get through with a sit tight crew

It took a long time
It took a long time
It took a long time

I?m sick and tired of you punk muthafuckas makin deals with the devil
Bringing rhymes down to like a first grade level
I bring it to you once, but it?ll feel like several
The bite mastiff, heavy to lift like metal
Relentless stress like a Cuban rebel,
Che?s words on my chest so know it?s all integral
So I recommend that you take precaution
If your style?s sellin out like it was an auction
These beats and these rhymes a new concoction
Roll straight to the dome, the result concussion
To all them fast cash rats, runnin in for the coin
Never looking to lead, only looking to join
I cut them up tender like medium sirloin
For comin unoriginal with rhymes purloin
And muthafuckas get scared, cause their shit ain?t prepared
When I quote the dead, revolutionary red is spread
Is spread

Chorus (X2)
And it took a long time to realize
The death and demise, shaded from my eyes
It took a long time to see the truth
To finally get through with a sit tight crew

It took a long time
It took a long time
It took a long time