Mass Appeal (Explicit) - Gang Starr

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

No way you'll never make it

Come with the weak sh*t I'll break it

Step into my zone mad rhymes will stifle ya

Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some a**

A lot of rappers be like one time wonders

Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under

Their noses I hate those motherf**king 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 kicking real facts

I represent set up sh*t 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

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

Money's growing 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 fascinating when I be updating

Cutting off wack kids pulling their trump cards

I thump hard and make 'em say that I'm god

Niggas be pretending they're hardcore

Never know the meaning of raw

But I get props like a slogan

And no man could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam

Lyrically defy and connectin' complete mic wreckin'

No double checkin' 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 playing themselves to have mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

I know I'm d**e but don't wet that

I've suffered setbacks but now I'm making greenbacks

Just like baggy slacks I'm crazy hip hop

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

Give me 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 kicking the real

While they be losing the race trying to chase mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal

Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal