Artist: 7evenThirty f/ Kamikaze, Sleepy Will Album: Heaven's Computer * Song: Mysterious Business Typed by: @7evenThirty @MelloMusicGroup * http://mellomusicgroup.bandcamp.com/album/heavens-computer [Verse 1 - Sleepy Will] I'm leanin' back Thinkin' bout the game tryna stay ahead Of constant change Was a young nigga Just like you Immo sell this dope, fuck hoes and rap too It ain't hard, make a million dollars off a verse buy that Maybach, supply the whole hood wit work They don't don't tal about it This just entertainment Yeah, it's all for show Most of these niggas famous ain't never seen a reignment Niggas like you and me We don't get them placements on MTV That's just how it is Well you just independent Fuck what them haters say Nigga, I'm still the business I put in work From the crack of dawn To the crack of dawn For the perfect song Most of y'all niggas ain't never put it work Never hit the block And made them feet work If it was that easy, we'd all be rich Expensive taste Exotic bitch It's all politics A fuckin' campaign Turn on the radio, the fuckin' same names Original? What the fuck is that? It's all format With corporate cashin' checks What happened to the vets? Never had a mentor To guide me down the path So I live by the sword [Verse 2 - Kamikaze] I hate rappers there I said it So don't be actin' like we cordial, all copacetic Telekinesis says you "meeses" are simply pathetic I don't play favorites, anybody that's spittin' can get it You factory Straight off assembly lines You're double-faulted with them corny ass wimbledon rhymes Dancin' like an extra, Michael Jackson's Remember The Time probably why you wack and why ya pockets are slimmer than mine Oh, it's about the lyrics? It's not about the cheese? Them why you up on iTunes, tryna sell us cds? Peddlin' ya merchandise, talkin' bout all ya degrees You tryna get rich off of raps, just like all of the G's And all of the playas And all of the thugs And all them cats that's talkin' 'bout trappin' and sellin' them drugs Ya sweater's too tight, ya jeans are uncomfortably snug I'm Posdonous with a pistol, you rappers get plugged One [Verse 3 - 7even] I feel like giving up My temper sucks If you didn't know that, you didn't know me that well, listen up Sometimes I get kinda tired of re-writin' lines and Gettin' caught up in this hype and trying to survive in A game where a million other niggas do what you do and they all claimin' that they hot shit What makes you the top pick? Let 'em know yo name Make 'em respect yo gangsta Stay "piece" But keep bangers in the chamber Fuck the rest Always out-do ya best And when you write, try to master saying more wit less See, rappers want for niggas to caress on they finesse But see they all got ghost-writers I guess they just possessed Niggas turn to gods They record sold the best but if you asked what's on they mind, they never speak in golden text I give a fuck about a viewers' choice 'Cause all I view is moist No need to speak further to prove a point Yo main concern is giving yo'self the extra push, Ju Mastering your craft And push back when they push you Gone 'head, let a hater talk, you need them niggas too 'Cause they ain't gone be shit anyway Too busy focused on what you do Keep the needle in the groove When you need to stick a move to MC's Strike 'em in the heart, twist ya wrist and pull That's just some shit that you would do if you was me Biggest question you should ask is, "would you do this shit for free?"