Artist: Supastition Album: The Deadline Song: I Remember Typed by: timm2014@hotmail.com [Intro] Seems like everything is a little different now M-Phazes, you know what I mean man It's funny how people treat you when they see your name on a CD or somethin I didn't forget y'all The ones who fronted on a nigga when I was tring to get some shine But now the tables turn "And it's showtime." Hell yeah [Chorus] [x2] I remember rockin' shows for free, tryin' to sell a CD Hand in hand I can't go there again I can't forget Dealin' with the B.S., yes the bullshit When nobody was givin' a damn [Verse One] I feel like I'm in another world another place Within the span of two years, the way they see a brother's face Has taken a drastic change 360 Ladies and cats don't act the same I guess that explains why my phone keeps continuously ringin', people reachin' out Before they were deep in doubt They didn't think I'd even amount To be more than a battle MC with punchlines Or rapped over mediocre beats but now it comes time For me to explode, shine and get some love Like Michael J. Fox, nobody knew how sick I was But at the end of the day It ain't even about the way I spit It's about the bigger names that I'm associated with The rap game is nothing more than bullshit and politics With shady cats tryin' to squeeze ever dollar out of it Now everybody's askin' for favors out of the blue But I don't break my neck for anyone outside of my crew I used to walk around the club every week feelin' foolish Gettin' zero amount of love, tryin' to hustle my music And local heads looked at me like I was kidnappin' they shine Actin' like it's cool, but I know what's in the back of their minds Cause half of the time, little motherfuckers wouldn't speak Now they askin' me to rhyme, tryin' to slide me beats Now everything changed Now everyone's a little more friendlier With hidden agendas, you don't think I remember? [Chorus] [x2] I remember rockin' shows for free, tryin' to sell a CD Hand in hand I can't go there again I can't forget Dealin' with the B.S., yes the bullshit When nobody was givin' a damn [x2] I remember (I remember) Hell yeah (Hell yeah) I remember (I remember) Don't you? (Don't you?) M-Phazes. What, what? Illmind. D-minor. And Muneshine. Wax Reform y'all [Verse Two] I'm from a place where local MCs never get applause Unless they make music for crunk clubs and titty bars So many people think this music biz isn't hard So every other dummy got a label or a business card You gotta watch these fake Barry Gordy sellin' dreams Cause you could sign your life away, they'll walk away with everything These clowns need to watch the bullshit they promise people Like A&R's with less power than the Amish people "I can make you a star!" Yeah, right I don't believe you "Your album is coming out in March!" Man, I'll believe it when I see it Leave it to some companies I'll never see the light of day But Supa is a business man, regardless, I'll find a way And some of y'all are good cats But my landlord and baby mom don't wanna hear about my album gettin' pushed back I look back Learn from my mistakes and keep makin' moves April Fools to anybody thinkin' I'ma wait for you I've put too much time in it to waste it on people And have niggas holdin' me up like K-Swiss sneakers I'm faced with deceivers every day on the regular The norm But I refuse to settle or conform I came way too far to let these 15 seconds of fame slip away It's the same shit a different day And I ain't gon' change son What you think, my memory's shot and I forgot where I came from? Man [Chorus] [x2] I remember rockin' shows for free, tryin' to sell a CD Hand in hand I can't go there again I can't forget Dealin' with the B.S., yes the bullshit When nobody was givin' a damn [Outro] What? What? It's like that y'all, uh Now, class is over. Dismissed