Lights, Camera, Action - Bliss n Eso

This is dedicated to the emcee that struggles with the funds and

Most of his shows, you can count the crowd on one hand

He’s straight up ill with every tune that he’s played, he wrote

But barely even gets played on Community radio

And he ain’t got a label, he rolls dolo

Pressing up his own shit and doing his own promo

He holds no dough, like an old hobo, they think he’s so loco

But oh no, no, he’s like a lone Frodo

That won’t give up, through any turn of the weather

Even though the road is slow, he’s still determined as ever

Until he’s churning out cheddar, because his flow is butter

He gotta get exposed like he needs to blow his cover

They start to feel his vibe 'cause his rhyming is hot

So the deal arrives and he just signs on the dot

It started so simply, all about the words that you say

But now there’s jerks that are paid off his works that are played

And he ain’t getting shit, just a few perks of the trade

He sees a real industry and what lurks in the shade

'Cause everything he worked for, the struggle to build, the love and the skill

Ain’t worth shit next to a couple of mill

So he sits back, feels lame, jaded and old

The game is taking its toll, the fame’s raping his soul

Of the industry, 'cause they forgot that this is art

The aim was breaking the mould, not trying to fit the part

But if he, spits it smart, he can hit the heart

He only got one dart and he ain’t gonna miss the mark

Creative control, only a few who are found

Completely credible music but with that lucrative sound

It goes, lights, camera, action, you’re on son

You wanna rhyme but are you in it for the long run?

'Cause you dream about platinum on this mic

Best, wake the fuck up, it don’t happen overnight

It goes, lights, camera, action, you’re on son

You wanna rhyme but are you in it for the long run?

'Cause you dream about platinum on this mic

Best, wake the fuck up, it don’t happen overnight

This is dedicated to the MC who lives in the spotlight

With teeth shown from hunger like dogs in a cockfight

They’re frightened by his freedom so they call the police

But he’s the one who wakes you up, when you’re falling asleep

That kid with an idea, who catches the bus

Who writes life through his eyes, that’s attached to a brush

And he paints the world, exactly how he sees it

And if rhyming is a secret I don’t know, how he keeps it

But believe me it’s some deep shit and these kids all relate

You can’t see it but you feel it like a kick in the face

And when he grows up, shit, so will his rhymes

Time after time again he’ll keep, blowing your mind

His flow is divine, just a young buck with a curse

He sets fire to a cypher with a couple of words

Man he’s out for the cause, man he’s out there on tours

Trying to visit your town there’s no, bringing him down

So, get ready for the ride of your life

Trying to maintain but have a slice of the pie

It’s a damn shame, that their life has a price

But they can’t touch me or tell me what to rhyme on this mic

So I rhyme what I like, trying to bring that love back

Wild, and young and hard like a rugrat

Still walking in the club packed, yelling «where the bud at?»

Living like the underdog who promised that he’d come back

It goes, lights, camera, action, you’re on son

You wanna rhyme but are you in it for the long run?

'Cause you dream about platinum on this mic

Best, wake the fuck up, it don’t happen overnight

It goes, lights, camera, action, you’re on son

You wanna rhyme but are you in it for the long run?

'Cause you dream about platinum on this mic

Best, wake the fuck up, it don’t happen overnight