Show Business - Azeem

This is dedicated to my favorite, dead or livin

From rappers to the master turntable technicians

We haunted, all of us, lost in inner vision

Brittle condition, some of the best are stuck in prison

Most of us don’t know what else to do except the business

We only went to school special days they took the pictures

Police-ophobic, I suffer lack of patience

I’m sort of crazy, but can’t afford no medication

I face a high percentage my success will never be

Cause if I threw a rock I’d hit a rapper, guaranteed

Thieves never love the sunny days above the seas

The minute that you make it (?) leave

That’s what sucks about

That’s what sucks about

That’s what sucks about rap music

I love what sucks about

I love what sucks about

I love what sucks about

Doin it and doin it

Stoppin for some donuts 80 miles outside of Dallas

On a tourbus, everybody thinks I’m Lenny Kravitz

We laughin up in Denny’s, causin traffic signin napkins

And hats with 'Lenny K' - with a peace sign after it

It just so happens I haven’t showered in like 48 hours

I’m rollin wrappers, someone booked this tour backwards

Tonight we in New York, then circle to Atlanta

Then up to Philly, and then some joint in Alabama

Dressing room smellin like a fresh can of anus

There’s a fly in my potatos and the soundman is ancient

Talkin 'bout a show in '88 with Rick James?

He loves reggae music, it’s «irie» we came?

In the middle of the set my speaker get to mufflin

My DJ soundin like some alley cats fuckin

Over feedback, believe that, it always happens with us

And the worst four letter word I’ve ever heard is show business

Put out a couple records, do some shows, make impressions

And you’re just another name on the grapewine naked

People like, «I know him» — You don’t know me

«Aiyo Zeem, 'member me from them Woodworth Street days, gee?»

They keep you restin and they play you all accessible

Frontin on your schedule, actin all professional

They be like, «Gimme your number and ah, well, we’ll do this»

Meanwhile you can’t remember who the hell is Do-This

Talkin 'bout a blunt and we should take it to the cuts

Shit, y’all ain’t stickin me up

I don’t want that

That’s how a brother end up sleepin where the swamps at

I’ll be at the party dancin naughty with some wombat