Yeah  Too many hardcore muthafuckas out here in this business  Ain't gettin their proper loot  You know what I'm sayin?  (Right)  Check the technique  (Aha)    [ VERSE 1 ]  Everybody talkin 'bout the way hip-hop ain't the same  Suckers kidnapped the game  I know the biggest in the business, and no joke  Half of em broke - and none of em smoke  (Bust the facts, loc)  I got into this hip-hop game  Just to try to get a girl and get some light-weight fame  There'd never been no cash made in it  So who thought you could get paid with it?  Just crash the club with my crew and then I'm outta there  Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap career  Then Run-D.M.C. jumped the fuck off  Got mad paid, word, kicked the bucks off  There wasn't many rappers out there rockin the streets  When hip-hop was just cuts and beats  I seen _Wildstyle_, dug the scene  I wanna be an MC, rock, rock on - know what I mean?  I started crashin rap contests  Shootin hardcore rhymes through wack MC's chests  I signed on the lines of a wack contract  Didn't even read it, fuck that  They gonna put my record out  I'm gonna be large, know what I'm talkin about?  In the first 2 years I made about 300 bucks  Yo, this business sucks  But I got another chance and I came correct  Got a lawyer and accountant, now my shit's legit  But many won't get no second chance  And get fucked in this biz without a kiss or a dance  The game is to exploit young ghetto kids  A straight pimp game, and there ain't no shame  And the shit's gone too far  100 hip-hop labels with all white A&R's  The game's hijacked    The rap game's hijacked    Let me tell you how it happened    [ VERSE 2 ]  Now while every MC in the game  Was worryin about a white boy gettin the fame  They dug out the foundation  Now let me give a demonstration  Say you got a dope group from the hood  Talkin mad shit like they're up to no good  You take em to a label  Now who sits behind the table?  Some jewish muthafucka that don't know shit  Tryin to tell y'all what's a fuckin street hit  The shit's way off course  It's like me tellin Johnny Cash how to sing about his horse  You go on tour, the white agency says you're wild  Tone down your style  The radio jocks are all pop  So how the fuck this nigga know what shit to rock?  The shit that make your face turn green  Is when you get dissed by a kidnap magazine  I give a fuck about these muthafuckas  I'm doin this jam to save my hip-hop brothers  Get your paperwork straight, kid  Get a lawyer and accountant just like I did  Don't blow your dough, cause you will see g's  But this game has no guarantees  Learn about publishing points, so you won't be blind  Learn to read everything you sign  Then you might have a chance  If not, bend over, pull down your pants  The game's hijacked    (Yeah  I don't they hear you, brother)  Yo, the rap game's hijacked  (Word)  I'm talkin 'bout a hijack  (Say it one more time, baby)  The rap game's hijacked  Check it  (Break it down for these niggas)    [ VERSE 3 ]  You can go gold and still owe the record label cash  Yo kid, check the math  Learn about the word 'recoup', troop  And stop walkin round all hyped and souped  You ain't nothin but somethin to be used and worked  You ain't nothin but a sucker to be duped and jerked  Cause the fuckin record label don't love ya, pal  They didn't love ya on the street and don't love ya now  They're out to make an end, friend  Cause every dollar you make, they damn near make 10  They'll take you for everything you got  Or else they'll sign you and they put on the shelf to rot  I'm tryin to tell you what's up  You best to listen to this record even if you hate my fucking guts  Cause I just can't stand around and watch rap get done  And my brothers ain't gettin none  A nigga like me has gotta spit game  Nigga, get that cash flow. fuck that muthafuckin fame  Cause the white man's rippin us off once again  Real hip-hop, my man    Fool, the rap game's hijacked  You need to listen, nigga  The rap game's hijacked  Need to play this record about ten times  The rap game's hijacked  Black people don't own shit  The rap game's hijacked  Check it    R&B's hijacked  Black acting is hijacked  Just being black is hijacked  (Build, my nigga, build, my nigga)  Nigga  Stupid muthafuckas, they rippin us off  You better get a end..  While the money's there, boy  Silly-ass bitch runnin around with a gold chain  All niggas gotta get some real estate  Muthafucka  Come up  Fuck a bitch  Better get somethin you can own, asshole  White man ain't givin up shit  Word o' life  Although I got a white engineer  But he's gettin minimum wage  So it's cool...    Yeah  Shit's been hijacked