deception

Lyrics

, don't let money change ya!, laaaaah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah, lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah, this is a story of a kid his name is cisko, who made more money than the count of monte crisco, he lived a lavish style of life, fast money women cars, and he liked to frequent bars pubs and discos, made his living as a world famous rap star, when he first started mic respect's what he was af-ter, and so he got inside his mind, day and night, and he'd write, constantly his art and craft he'd try to mas-ter, started winnin local battles and his rep grew, gave his crew a reputation as the best crew, and what life would do to him, all the cards that was hard, pen and ped, stress relief would be his refuge, paid his dues, doing shows, now he's on track, in the lab, pumping demos, makin songs fat, then he quit his nine to five, finally his time arrived, when he signed a major label record contract, don't let money change ya!, laaaaah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah, lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah, his first single was a overnight success hit, and now he went from wearing rags to the best fits, all his new acquitances, gassed his head, takin it, to the point where he lost proper perspective, started cuttin off the people he came up wit, ego blown like his soul had been ab-ducted, though his heart was once real, now material has filled, up his world, and he couldn't get enough of it, used to wanna be the best of the rap dons, now his only one concern is goin plati-num, and his skills has since decreased, and the inner hunger ceased, now content, just as long as fame and cash come, he's a big willie now, rappin bout cars, thousand dollar shoppin sprees, hangin out with stars, i mean just a year ago, he was broke, bummin money, drinkin out the 40 bottle, livin outdoors, don't let money change ya!, laaaaah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah, lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah, second lp, my rap changes fast, here today, gone tomorrow, now his label passed, now the new poster boy, with the hip now sound, second time around everything isn't stable as, it once was, now he's lookin for the same hit, but his sound is played, he forget to change wit, them old hit rhymes, no one feelin him, his rhymes ain't appealin, anymore, and his records ain't sellin shit, now he's dropped from his label, and he's goin broke, tried the underground return, ghetto pass revoked, and the same faces that he dissed, on his way, to the top, laughed as they watched him do the downstroke, now the moral of the story is that some go, why would money make the inner vision crumble?, so if you're blessed with the talent, utilize it to the fullest, be true to yourself and stay humble, don't let money change ya!, laaaaah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah, lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah, don't let money change ya!, laaaaah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah, lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah, don't let money change ya!, laaaaah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah, lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah, don't let money change ya!, laaaaah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah, lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah