Deception

Don't let money change ya

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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 disco's

Made his livin' as a world famous rap star

When he first started mic respect's What he was after

And so he got inside his mind,Day and night,and he'd write

Constantly his art and craft,He'd try to master

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 pad, 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

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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 abducted

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' platinum

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

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Second L.P,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' ****

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

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Don't let money change ya!

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