"Poll question: Song with the best tidbit of industry knowledge"
Just a funny post.
I'm sure there are other examples of MC's or singers dropping information about the business of making music or just making music into their songs, but these were the ones that immediately leapt into my mind.
Poll result (7 votes)
Industry Rule #4080 - Check the Rhime - A Tribe Called Quest
3. "MC Rell & The Houserockers "Life Of An Entertainer"" In response to Reply # 0
This is one of two songs that come to mind, I remember seeing this video back in the day of Rap City with Thomas they Mayor of Rap City was hosting it, looked the song, took me almost 15 years to find this 12", still trying to luck up one day & find the cd or lp but heard it's rare too.
Anyway, this song is so funny but one thing I found out about rappers who rhyme about the industry usually never go anywhere or get famous, it's like a catch 22 thingy, lol.
4. "Royal Fam "Summin' Gotz To Give" " In response to Reply # 0
This one of two songs I think of off the bat when thinking of songs about the industry, one was MC Rell, the other is Royal Fam's "Summin' Gotz To Give", basically just dissin' new artists about how they need to quit and their efforts are a total waste.
I remember when Wu-affiliates were starting to come out and get signed to various labels and buying those 12"s when I saw them, during this time I was doing underground mixtapes and putting "Summin' Gotz To Give" accapella over the Jay Dee remix instrumental of "One Little Indian", anyway.
Funny thing about this (like I said in a previous post) is that artists who usually make songs like this either get dropped before the album is released or if it does get released it's usually undersold or didn't sell at all; with Royal Fam, they got dropped from Capitol Records, and the album that was suppose to come out in '96 got released in 2000 as an import thru RZA's Wu-Tang label.
7. "J-Live - Them That's Not" In response to Reply # 0
Once upon a time there was a brotha named Kastro Had a little problem with his cash flow More than once his friend'd tell me he had a dream to clock mad dough Only at the time it seem that absurd Then he saw a light bulb flash up in his forehead Shine so bright he had to close both eyes Said whoever hit him for the average poor asshole 'Bout to be hit for they biggest surprise Now meanwhile, still short on pot to piss in Not to mention any window to throw it out Lookin like who don't you want and where it come from Sippin on chicken wing, smackin on stout Step to his boys, the label of the month Like 'yo, what's the haps kid, let me get a deal' Got a dope style, sound just like so and so What's her name, runnin from ya, even more ill Make ya wanna holler like Marvin, did I mention I'm starvin and quite thirst Meanin what, meanin that I'm a do whatever it take to make sure they play my shit first On the Billboard and last on the countdown, like contact on that show So what's up black, yo, how that sound? If you down then c'mon let's go Down to the studio right now, bring me that crate with the old hits Make that beat with the right style, so that brotha wanna go get In that club with the DJ, he be on the radio all day I get in cool with him even though he fake as a toupee I roll with ballers and thugs to make my image legit Even though back in the day they told me "you ain't shit" I'm at the Cinderella ball, now it just don't quit Eh, Fuck that, I shrink my feet if the shoe don't fit I make it happen like hormones, you been forewarned I got you mad now cause I'm kickin that popcorn It blows up in a couple minutes Expand the pockets so your girl's hand's all in it I see ya shorty starin at me on the guest line But these four backstage'll do me just fine Or five, that's for my jam on the request line So if you stress me I could tell you through the grapevine
Yo, I'm number one, but the bullet can't hack it now The Billboard need a full metal jacket now You see my face all day 'til it make you sick I got a hand full of cards, you can take your pick Now who'd a thought this bullshit song'd have me seen And every video and every other magazine With more attention than a jet black drag queen At a convention with a Grand Dragon Klans meetin Kids hang on every word I say like a damn fiend It's too bad it don't stand for a damn thing They parents say I'm too nasty for they damn teen But I ain't write it so don't ask me what the fuck it mean I got some other shit to worry 'bout instead The more money, more problems like the man said Ain't like my phone is bein tapped by the damn FEDs But my accountant said I can't get out the damn red I heard that people gettin tired of my song now The album drops and now my fans are gettin hostile I only had one song that got the style right The guy who wrote it, yo, his album dropped last night My pockets on Slim Fast and Jenny Craig The same clubs and restaraunts that kept me well fed Reject my credit like a Muslim do a boar's head Good thing my boss is my boy so I ain't gotta beg But now he hollerin at me like 'yo, where the loot went?' We had to clear the damn sample when the loop went We comin up type short like an indent And I just learned a new word called recoupment I got paid for the video equipment And every other detail a red cent spent Oh hell nah, don't talk about no fuckin fine print Well tell me this, how the hell I'm gonna pay the rent I got a live-in landlord so now I tiptoe In and out the crib to find a way to get dough Can't make another record cause I can't flow But I could tell you a little story And that shit go
__ I don't like the beat anymore because its just a loop. ALC didn't FLIP IT ENOUGH!
Flip it enough? Flip these. Flip off. Go flip some f*cking burgers.(c)Kno
Allied State of the National Electric Beat Treaty Organization (NEBTO)
17. "kokane feat Cold 187 - Don’t Bite the Funk" In response to Reply # 0
Everything 187 said on there about Death Row was true. Back in those days a lot of people thought the Ruthless camp were just haters because of Dre’s success but time showed that what they were saying was true.