Blighs & Hooks

[Part 1]
‘Aye, yo, Naila
I got this gig for you
I'll hook you up
Definitely, yeah'
Often times the answer's “yes” because I'm doing it anyway
See, performing is the high and writing is the process
Often eliciting no stress
It's freedom putting pen to paper
Or as of late tapping computer keys, with ease
No matter how you stroke the papyrus
Jah know it's a blessing when the results are prosperous
Meaning
The lyrics flow, the vibe is right, the message is clear
The satisfaction of a piece well written
And now I want a little recognition
Watch me beating around the bush trying to find a gentle way to say
Artists should get paid
[Part 2]
See, the other day a piece was written
And it was fly, I might add
And when I asked about my payment
He replied
Smile, wink, nudge
‘Unless you accept sex'


Hell no you magga negro
Stuck in a slave mentality
You think success is taking advantage of me?
That was Massa's plan, can't you see?
Unless I accept sex?
Hmm let me calculate
With you that'd be worth less than
A penny
Why?
[Part 3]
‘Cuz we know what makes this go ‘round
Not blighs, not hooks
We know what makes this go ‘round
A drink at the bar? Don't make me vex
We know what makes this go ‘round
We know what makes this go ‘round
Not sex, not sex
[Part 4]
I refuse to be pimped, prostituted or used
‘Cuz sex doesn't pay grocery bills at Provigo or Metro
I'd rather prefer to do invitro
Artificial insemination
Than have to suffer your pre-pre-pre
Ejaculation excuse for satisfaction
Save your sex payment for your playa lovers and girlfriends
‘Cuz I'm a writer, a performer
I take my gig seriously so I'm calling them work
Writing ever constantly
Not trying to flirt with trifling
Advantage-taking
Bad sex-offering
Pseudo negros
Tryna get down
Like you


Tired of my work being used for free
But paid to hear by audience members
House is packed, place is bumpin
Crowds are cheering, emptying beer bottles
Keenly listening to performers performing for free
Promoters say they ‘Ain't got no loot'
But hey, they'll buy you a drink at the bar
Well I drink ital corn soup, mint tea
And when I can afford, a bottle of water
Try paying your landlord with a 40 oz of Colt 49
See if you don't get an eviction notice
And a middle finger
All intertwined
Why ‘cuz, why?
[Part 5]
‘Cuz we know what makes this go ‘round
Not blighs, not hooks
We know what makes this go ‘round
A drink at the bar? Don't make me vex
We know what makes this go ‘round
We know what makes this go ‘round
Not sex, not sex
[Part 6]
So when the house is full
And the place is bumping
And the crowds are cheering
Don't leer at me when I ask
‘where's my money?'
I'm just saying, you know?
Show some respect for the artists
Giving words, vibe, rhythm, voice to your life
Show some respect for the artists
Giving words, vibe, rhythm, voice to your life
Show some respect for the artists
Most of whom would love to be doing this full time
But in these mean times, get stuck doing it part time
Why?


[Part 7]
‘Cuz we know what makes this go ‘round
Not blighs, not hooks
We know what makes this go ‘round
A drink at the bar? Don't make me vex
We know what makes this go ‘round
We know what makes this go ‘round
Not sex, yo!
Not blighs, not hooks
We know what makes this go ‘round
A drink at the bar? Don't make me vex
We know what makes this go ‘round
We know what makes this go ‘round
Not
Well, at least not sex with you