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Juice - Sincerely lyrics
(Juice)
 Sometimes tha illest cats don't get record deals (laugh)
 Sometimes the illest cats roam the streets.
 Underground legends
 Cats you never heard of,
 But everybody know they tha nicest
 This is for them cats.
 When I design rhyme in daylight
 Or primetime I stay tight
 I walk the fine line between an emcee and a play right
 I represent the underground world, it's a unique scene
 There's no record deals, no videos and street teams
 I do shows to keep green
 I know I'm not a star man, I'm signed to myself
 And my mic's my A&R man
 In double nine I guess it's just a sign of tha times
 The spotlight that I've been looking for is finally mine
 I never thought about the dough when I'm designing my rhyme
 As long as I can reach my peoples over vinyl I'm fine
 It ain't about that
 I opened up for cats who ain't as dope as me
 While I rip the flow, they lips sink, the show hopelessly
 From Heaven I was set to game to entertain
 I may never pimp that '75 ta cop that blue range rover
 But even if I don't remain sober
 I'ma score double digits till the fuckin' games over
 "Whether they signed or unsigned" (Canibus)
 "Platinum more wax for..platinum in tha streets" (Redman)
 I don't care if I'm right, wrong , or in between
 All night long I pimp tha scene they said I couldn't write songs, 
 I intervene
 Don't think because the battle rhymes are what I'm know for
 I can't out write the best of em, or rip the microphone
 Raw my words are deep
 Keep my tape handy when you're buzzinJuice - Sincerely - http://motolyrics.com/juice/sincerely-lyrics.html
 Let my thoughts deep inside ya dome,
 Tell a cousin or friend play my CD when you guzzlin' Gin
 Come down but then recite it when you buzzin' again
 You must respect the flow
 Point blank I'm a professional
 Exceptin' no less than excellence, that's how tha session go
 Embracin' my Rhyme, when I'm gone who's replacin' mine?
 I trace a line that transcend all space and time
 I implement infinite lyrics that are intricate
 The type of shit discussed my mob bosses eatin' shrimp and shit
 Those with intellect they understand how I wrote it
 But the average mind can take 5 years to decode it
 Chorus:(scratched)
 "Whether they signed or unsigned" -Canibus
 "Platinum more wax for..platinum in tha streets" Redman
 Gradually I drift off imagining me
 The baddest emcee, wondering what my status will be
 A little local battle emcee who never made the grade?
 Or a gifted lyricist who used to spit with razor blades?
 Ever time I win the battles they dissected my words
 I'll probably never get the props or the respect I deserve
 The magazines claim I wrote my battle rhymes like they knew me
 Then they wanna call the next day and fuckin' interview me
 Do I really have props?
 Is it really that stable 
 When they ask me to freestyle when I walk up into labels?
 When they take me for lunches and drinks inside they limos?
 And fu#k around and play me somebody else's demo
 J-U ya'll niggaz all know what his name is
 The Cat that got famous
 By never being famous
 I'll probably roam the underground scene for all times
 Signed sincerely JUICE the unsigned
 "Whether they signed or unsigned" -Canibus
 "Platnum more wax for..platnum in tha streets" Redman











