Full Time B-Boy - Foreign Legion

(check it out hip hoppers getcha tape deck ready

For the next few minutes i’mma rock rhymes steady)

What you wanna be when you grow up?

Ayo self employed, a full time b-boy making noise

What do wanna be when you grow up?

I’m blowin' up, a full time emcee making cheese

But what you wanna be when you grow up?

Self employed, a full time b-boy making noise.

Prozack:

I’m like the last of the mohicans

Hip hop is on the brink of extinction

I’m thinking i had this thing back in the day

Its sinkin' like a stone microphone rollin' thru this bottomless pit

Of fake idols, i’m homicidal

Druglords with mic cords, frauds, phony kingpins

Singin' on those RnB tracks to get the cream kid

Dreamin' of cocaine, kilos running casinos in my steelo

Leave this up to Pesci and Pacino

My heroes will never be no Corleone’s

Me and my cronies, we never try to be the macaroni

You’re style’s phony, you ain’t a fugitive from Cuba

I get deep like a tuba or the belly of a buddha

I ain’t new to this new to this thing they call rap

Prozack was rockin' mics when Michael Jackson was still black

Way back

Before it was hip to flip scrips

And kids packin' heat in the streets they where suckers

Hip hop is something you live

In the b-boy stance

B-boys like yourself

Here’s how it goes.)

Marc Stretch:

Its easy

To cover our rhymes with hard times or abundant

The pressure on my mental is reaching summit

The struggle, the stride has got me on my knees

Reaching in the pocket

All i feel is penny’s and car keys

Another day

Searching my ashtray for change

My neighbors look at me strange

I guess they think i should be rockin' ice

And riding limos, because i show improve with potential on my demo

They need to understand it takes more than just mic skills

And rhymes don’t mean a thing if you can’t pay your bills

I want the fame, but i can’t to afford to pay dues in this game

My crew’s crazy hot and its a shame

That the rest of the world may never see us at our peak

Because instead of rocking show’s we’re working 40 a week

While carbon copy artist pop gold and rock medallions

Claiming they’re independent just they (??)

Sometimes i wanna throw fists and quit to keep quiet

I’m committed to blow your spot up like kamikaze pilots

So forget the unoriginal RNB singers

Recognize the real support your local record slinger

Hip hop is something you live

In the b-boy stance

B-boys like yourself

Here’s how it goes

Hard rock as ever.)

What you wanna be when you grow up?

Ayo self employed, a full time b-boy making noise

What do wanna be when you grow up?

I’m blowin' up, a full time emcee making cheese

But what what you wanna be when you grow up?

Self employed, a full time b-boy making noise.

Prozack:

I need a couple of G’s to put out this indie record

They turned off my phone yo, i can’t pay off my electric

I know that i can set it but it don’t got the dough

I got a demo talkin' the skills but no deals for my type of MC

Cos i ain’t trying to be the Bee Gee’s

And i don’t wanna talk about the gear that i rock

Get along, clock timing watch guards for the rest of my life

Doing jobs that i don’t like

I wanna rock mics with no day job i want a focus

The dopest Mc’s are always the brokest

While the consumers support the jokers

No one notice the least creative groups in the game

Get all the wealth and the fame

Marc Stretch:

As corny crews feed the masses just to fatten 'em

I’m living proof all the criticisms are platinum

While all the kids are at the grammy’s

Rockin' stage show

I’m pressin' up vinyl for college radio

They couldn’t touch us if we had that RNB button

We’d get props cos the underground would love it

Can you flow?

without playing self

Or be a snake doing simple simon rhymes over RNB drapes

Soul singers, hated our style in '86

Now they buzzing up kids to liven up their remix

I’m not about that, trying to get love in new direction

Don’t want to be a target underneath the pop section

I work with support, from making music from the heart

Go back to a time when making rhyme was a art, i know

I represent more than just a handful

Tired of hoochie rhymes over uninspired samples

I challenge those who charge to challenge shows across the nation

To really look for talent, not the same old replication

Cos my music is sufferin' from suffocation and saturation

Wants me to want all race to start over.

What you wanna be when you grow up?

Ayo self employed, a full time b-boy making noise

What do wanna be when you grow up?

I’m blowin' up, a full time emcee making cheese

But what what you wanna be when you grow up?

Self employed, a full time b-boy making noise.