Invisible Hand - Soul Khan

I moved to the city with an ideal vision

But I feel quite different since my light bill’s risen

Cause my life’s real mission is to entertain

And this game’s never played on a level plane

So while these groupie motherfuckers getting center stage

I open up to earn the dues that they never paid

They try to piss on my lawn and call it lemonade

So I’mma have to settle this the armageddon way

Well, I think middle finger number one is reserved

For backpackers that act like they’re muttering nerds

You can’t carry the torch when you’re so spineless

(Are those glasses a fashion choice?) No, I’m blind, bitch

And middle finger number two belongs to the tweeters

Who can’t pack a show but got an onslaught of readers

I sweat for my props and I spend my profits

While you only get pounds for a trending topic

HA!

Scratches by DJ Element

They say blood’s thicker than Poland Spring

But to some folks there isn’t a colder drink

So keep your veins covered when these fanged suckers approach

Cause if you talk out of turn they gonna puncture your throat

And I’ve been told I’d be signed in a New York minute

If I wore tighter jeans and a New York fitted

«If that doesn’t work, we can try a different gimmick, though

Do a fiddler on the roof and put you in hasidic clothes»

Label heads told me I’m the freshest in the east

A menace and a beast without the kennel and the leash

Battle vets told me I’m a legend in the streets

But if I want something higher, they won’t let me get a piece

But who’s to say I can’t kumite 'em out their foolish ways

And get a new arrangement?

Otherwise I’m administering euthanasia

At the last second, I’mma ask 'em, «Who can save you?»