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hook
money’s growin’ like grass with the mass appeal
money’s growin’ like grass with the mass appeal
money’s growin’ like grass with the mass appeal
money’s growin’ like grass with the mass appeal
no way you’ll never make it
come with the weak shit i’ll break it
step into my zone mad rhymes will stifle ya
lines like rifles go blast when i kick some ass
a lot of rappers be like onetime wonders
couldn’t say a fly rhyme if there was one right under their noses
i hate those motherfuckin’ posers
but i’m so real to them it’s scary
and with my unique skills nah you can’t compare me
and no we don’t make wack tracks
and all the suckers get pushed back when i’m kickin’ real facts
i represent set up shit like a tent boy
you’re paranoid ’cause you’re a son like elroy
and you’d be happy as hell to get a record deal
maybe your soul you’d sell to have mass appeal
hook
money’s growin’ like grass with the mass appeal
money’s growin’ like grass with the mass appeal
oh yes i’m greater than all mc’s when i breeze
give me room please
i be like fascinatin’ when i be updatin’
cuttin’ off wack kids pullin’ their trump cards
i thump hard and make ’em say that i’m god
niggas be pretendin’ they’re hardcore
never know the meanin’ of raw
but i get props like a slogan
and no man could ever try to diss when i kicks my jam
lyrically def and connectin’ complete micwreckin’
no doublecheckin’ vocals kill like weapons
but if i have to i go all out with no mic
yeah that’s right ’cause i survived mad fights
and for my peeps i truly care
’cause without some of them i wouldn’t be here
and they all know how i feel
’cause suckers be like playin’ themselves to have mass appeal
hook
money’s growin’ like grass with the mass appeal
money’s growin’ like grass with the mass appeal
money’s growin’ like grass with the mass appeal
money’s growin’ like grass with the mass appeal
i know i’m dope but don’t wet that
i’ve suffered setbacks but now i’m makin’ greenbacks
just like baggy slacks i’m crazy hiphop
check one two and you don’t stop
your head’ll bop when i drop my crop of pure bomb
just like the seashore i’m calm but wild
with my monotone style
because i don’t need gimmicks
gimme a fly beat and i’m all in it
word is bond i go on and on
for you it’s tragic i got magic like wands
so i’ma end this lecture and i bet ya
those who kick dirt in due time i’m gonna get ya
’cause i be kickin’ the real
while they be losin’ the race tryin’ to chase mass appeal
hook
money’s growin’ like grass with the mass appeal
money’s growin’ like grass with the mass appeal
money’s growin’ like grass with the mass appeal
money’s growin’ like grass with the mass appeal
Artist: Gang Starr
Year: 1994
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 312