Hush

[Verse 1]
Hey yo its funny nowadays how these fools see rap
As a Road to the Riches like Kool G Rap
And most people see me and think "Damn, not again
They signed another guy whos a friend of Eminem"
But you put me in a booth to the crowds disbelief
That if I spit the illest Im keeping all my teeth
Then bite your style and feed you the feces
Youve been shoving down the throats of these folks with CDs
And believe that I can be dropped just like that
And be right back working a job I might slack at
I cant do it fuck it
Id rather show you that I love it with a bullshit budget
These cats walk around iced out with gunclaps
And no cash in a corner of fools with dunce caps
And dumb rap on how youre a star whatever yo
You aint shit without approval from Thom Panunzio
[Chorus]
Renting all your fancy clothes
That aint your car in the videos
Trying to be gangsta
You aint no superstar...
Your jewelry aint fooling me
Dont give a fuck about V.I.P
Trying to be gangsta
You aint no superstar...
[Verse 2]
See I blew my advance on a truck and Desert Eagle
Cause image isnt nothing it doesnt measure ego
Plus wherever we go we might get into trouble
I havent made enough to afford a body double
Cats get some duckets and worry about wheels
Instead of saying something with meaning that really feels
Love all the glamour to me its all glitz
But the music that they make in the back is all shit
For me dont roll out the red carpet
I wouldnt even know how to act in that department
This game is fucked for sure and by far
Topics for the songs are made up by A & Rs
(whew! Thats banging!...Thanks man...We should get J. Lo on the remix!)
If my album doesnt sell good for Jimmy Iovine
Ill be inside a bank screaming give me all the green
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
These rappers pose like models in every head shot
But theyve blown every chance like the Boston Red Sox
Get a deal throw it away in 1 instance
I got my shit together forever keep your distance
Id rather have a will in the bank and be respected
You think I need to spend me a mil to be accepted
Forget where youre from and you cant go back
Cant show you still got it like an old throwback
At a bar chicks think youre slick with quick winks
In return they reply to you back and give blinks
Til you walk up on my crew with mixed drinks
(Have you listened to my album?) yeah your shit stinks
No subjects no skills and no spirit
Mink coats iced out chains and no lyrics
Acting in this business like yall pitched in
And not a modern day baller like Paul Fishkin
[Chorus]
[ Superstar Lyrics ]