Musical Selection: Dee-1

Intro:

Yea, so picture I had this dream right?
That i walked into this office building,
and the receptionist came downstairs and said:
"Dee-1, your party is ready upstairs."
So I hop off the elevator, and I see Jay-Z, 50 Cent, and Lil Wayne
sitting at a round table.

I hope they hear meeeeee!!!

Verse:

What up Jay, what up Fif, what up Weezy, I'm Dee/
I 'preciate yall for having this conversation with me/
I know that i'm the brokest person in the room yo/
But money don't matter here, because I'm rich with ideas (Ooo!)/
First off, I grew up listening to all of yall/
From "The Block is Hot" to "Get Rich" to "Blueprint" I bought it all/
I paid twenty for "The Block is Hot" at 'Peaches' Wayne/
And Hov I bought Volume 2 because I loved "Money Ain't A Thang"/
Fif, you had it locked in high school, huh/
You're the reason I stopped buying Ja Rule/
But I graduated from that train of thought/
So that's why I'm here today, not to fuss but to talk./
Here we go, look…

50: You're a marketing genius and you're stupid rich/
Let's come up with a scheme and give the game a super fix/
I seen you slaughter the careers of other men/
But they were all brothermen, so that's just another win/
For the other team, entertainment is what it seems/
But black on black hatred is the underlying theme/
Paid, powerful, and popular, you got it all/
Use that to fight the real enemies and make em fall/
Other rappers might not understand, but so what?/
The game probably got em bending over doing a toe touch; its raping em!/
So Fif, i know you got a heart, homie I don't doubt you/
But trust, the movement's gon move on with or without you.

Lil Weezy, flow off the heezy/
But we don't feel your presence down in the Big Easy/
Shouting out New Orleans at the Grammys, that's cool/
But how bout donating some cash money to help the schools/
Wealth is cool, but not if you're a selfish dude/
(Get at him Dee!!!) --Nah, let's help this dude/
Every statement that I yell is true/
So take heed to it Weezy, this ain't coming from no jealous dude/
I know you're smart son, you went to McMain/
Now everything you say and do got kids trying to be Wayne/
Friend or foe, it all depends on how you manage your talents/
So what you gon do: Step up or step down from the challenge/

Young Hov, Jigga, H to the Izzo/
It's truly an honor for me to meet you my nizzle/
It's impossible to belittle your impact on the game/
You got the hottest chick in the world wearing your wedding ring (That's right.)/
You know most of these lil rappers are wack/
They spitting poison, they hurting the culture, they're holding us back/
But i'm trying to see how you feel, cause when you speak, people listen/
Do you agree with me, disagree, or you feel indifferent?/
With all that you done sold, now you can afford to be/
Lyrically, Talib Kweli/
But truthfully you ain't gotta rhyme like Common Sense/
Just be down for the cause and don't ride the fence, ya heard?

Eh man, but hold up, while I got yall here right fast,
Let me umm, let me look through my notebook.
Cause see I was writing a rap about this same topic,
I just didn't know yall was gonna show up to the meeting to day ya know?
I know, I know yall busy. Hold up, hold up Wayne, hold up.
But uhh, let me just, cause I'm still unsigned,
So let me at least rap this for yall.
Eh, but my stuff's on iTunes tho… Alright here we go….

Picture this, we got the blind leading the blind/
Man, how stupid can we get, I just couldn't let it slide this time/
Besides, my people need this/
And I ain't on a major label, so they can't delete this/
Ha, let's go in:
Now every rapper needs to lose their deals and earn em back/
Most of em done let the industry take em and turn em wack/
I be spitting from the soul, so they feel ya boy/
I want your EAR and your HEART, like Amelia, boy/
Stop Snitching. That's the dumbest thing I ever heard of/
That's why nobody spoke up when my dawg got murdered/
Everybody trying to stay true to the rules/
Forget the rules if the rules was devised by fools/
Most rappers is puppets, that can't be avoided/
Being used for their stupidity, then getting exploited/
By a man with a different color skin/
But homie we grown men, so that's why I blame us and them/
Me and you, we're David; the industry's Goliath/
I'm here to fight it, & all that trash, I don't buy it/
When I was lost, I used to look up to these cats/
Now I pray for these cats,; How you love that?
A young, dumb, desperate, money hungry rapper/
First a label sees him, then they go in for the capture/
Precisely what they're after, another pawn/
Talking bout the people you killed, Pop pop pop pop…. Hold on/
They also like it when you talk about your drugs/
How much you sell em for? 18.5, oh that's whats up/
I'm trying not to point, but I hope you get the point/
These cats ain't running the game right, I'ma get the point/
Fight him, battle him, the media stay instigating/
To us its real beef, to them its instant ratings/
Then when somebody get shot, its such a problem/
That same media's now saying WE should stop the violence/
Ancestors of ours are screaming from the grave/
Cause physically we're free, but we're still some mental slaves/
Ancestors of ours are SCREAMING from the grave,
Cause physically we're free, but we're still some mental slaves…..
So what yall think?


-Dee-1

"Jay, 50, and Weezy"