Song Description

Artists talking about the struggle they face as they make a name for themselves in the music industry.

Lyrics

[DC]
Uhh, can you feel it?
Cause I can feel it. Yea! Uh
Hah, hah, Hah, Hah
(Stash, DC, K-per Lucem)
Get em'

[K-per Lucem]
They know the name, flames on the track/
Any given Sunday roll with a sack/
You know, I keep it handy/
So I can tell her to make it reindeer like Bambi//
Don't understand, translation/
I can't comprehend why your man's hating/
My people in the streets, this one's for them/
Resting in piece and in the state pen//
Every minutes precious, don't waste them/
I can show you the G, no Mason/
As I, PS with the navigation/
Back from hell after swinging swords with Satan//
Listen between the lines you can see that it's quite clear/
See you in your dreams, meet you in your nightmares/
From another galaxy, prepare your Nike Airs/
Want to know how big of a buzz we talkin' light-years//

Chorus:
As you sleep at night, we just plan and move/
That's just how we do/
This one's the sealer, this one's the dealer/
Cause dreams like this will kill ya'//
As you sleep at night, we just plan and move/
That's just how we do/
This one's the sealer, this one's the dealer/
Cause dreams like this will kill ya'//

[DC]
I awake in a place with the angels/
Eyes open see ya' face ain't the same you/
Yea, money could change you/
Or take away your life like fame do//
Uhh, no privacy,/
You see them everywhere, you get no sleep/
It's feeling hard to talk and no appetite to eat/
It's really hard to walk, you too weak to move your feet//
Uhh, but this life I live it/
(So what you do?) Proceed to give the game a shot no pivot/
Uhh, pass the sky no limit/
And if I got it 'til I die, I'm a give it//
My all, Yes I will score/
When you put my team in the game we ball/
Nigga we ball, ball until we die/
You can see the marijuana smoke up in the sky//

Chorus 2x

[Kris Payne]
Let em' speak,
I use the steak knife for the comp/
Let em' eat, I hit you with that TLC/
As I creep, never ride around with my piece/
Just a rhyme book, a nutcracker, maybe a leaf//
Maybe you should just sleep, you never making your claim/
You just some bacteria that science couldn't explain/
I go to bars and lounges, college, universities/
Hofstra, C. Post, Old West, they heard of me//
Nassau, Stony, St. John's they learning me/
The island in general nigga is now serving me'/
All I really need is a lyrically slaughter/
Something that'll blow Jay-Z's shit out the water//
I'm a stay in school in case it doesn't work in that order/
Cause it's almost the 2012 and I'm still in the quarter/
I swear to God I'm a get it, and God is my witness/
I put it on Invictus, my rhymes to explicit, Chah!//

Chorus 2x