Show Business (feat. Eamon) - Hilltop Hoods

To dust, I can wake up in the morning and I'm lost I let my love to dust I can wake up in the morning and I'm lost I let my love to dust Una noche de samba, de samba, de samba Y mi chico que baila, que baila, que baila Me da todo su calor, su calor, su calor Al ritmo de un nuevo amor All around the round All around the world is playing samba Finally I've found I have found a girl who makes me rumble All around the round Don't you know this fever is samba Una noche de samba, de samba, de samba Y mi chico que baila, que baila, que baila Me da todo su calor, su calor, su calor Al ritmo de un nuevo amor Una noche de samba, de samba, de samba Y mi chico que baila, que baila, que baila Me da todo su calor, su calor, su calor Al ritmo de un nuevo amor I've been around the world, but I love this party I've been around the world, but I love this party I've been around the world, but I love this party This party, this party, this party, this party Una noche de samba, de samba, de samba Y mi chico que baila, que baila, que baila Me da todo su calor, su calor, su calor Al ritmo de un nuevo amor

1 (Q-Tip) Let me tell you 'bout the snakes, the fakes, the lies The highs at all of these industry shing-dings Where you see the pretty girls In the high animated world Checkin' for a rapper with all the dough If you take a shit they want to know And if you're gonna fall, they won't be around, y'all So you still wanna do the show business? And you think that you got what it takes? I mean you really gotta rap and be all that And prepare yourself for the breaks Check it out! Do you wanna be in the business? (The Business) The ups and downs with the hoes (The Business) Always gettin' fronted on at shows (The Business) People gotta stick their nose (In the Business) 2 (Q-Tip) Yo, I gotta speak on the cesspool It's the rap industry and it ain't that cool Only if you're on stage, but if you're speakin' to your people Ain't no-one your equal Especially on the industry side Don't let the games just glide Right through your fingers, you gotta know the deal So Lord Jamar speak, because you're real... (Lord Jamar) They're givin' you the business and puttin' on a show You're a million dollar man that ain't got no dough But you got a ho tickets backstage to a show Sedated and at that fact they elated Time pass and your ass say "Where's my loot?" The reply is a kick in the ass from a leg and a boot All you wanna do is taste the fruit But in the back they're makin' fruit juice You ask for slack and wanna get cut loose from the label Not able cuz you signed at the table For a pretty cash advance, now they got a song and dance That you didn't recoup, more soup wit' ya meal? Cos this is the real when you get a record deal And I say... (Phife) Aw... shucks, look what the cat hauled in It's Phife Dawg from A Tribe Called Quest, let me begin Like Chuck D, I got so much trouble on my mind 'Bout these no-talent artists gettin' signed, they can't rhyme And if that ain't bad, you got bootleggers Goin' out like suckers, motherfuckers Feel it's time that I let loose the lion And if not that then I'll commence to head flyin' Seems in '91 everybody want a rhyme And then you go and sell my tape for only $5.99? Please nigga, I've worked too hard for this No more will I take the booty end of the stick Bogus brothers makin' albums when they know they can't hack it Cuz they lyrics is played like 8-Ball jackets Now tell me I can't tear it up Go get yourself some toilet paper cuz your lyrics is butt Do you wanna be in the business? (The Business) People can't walk a straight line in (The Business) Some of these brothers can't rhyme in (The Business) A-yo, I'm tryna get mine (The Business) 3 (Sadat X) The party scene is cool, but then again it's all the same You see the same faces, but at different places When you're up and ridin' high everything is palsy-palsy Get a million pounds and all the skins give you hugs Well that's cool, I can dig it, it really ain't my bag Prefer to max on the side and let my pants sag "Oh, he's a cutie", yeah, real cute But I wasn't that cute when I didn't have no loot Although I hit a pound of herbs I'm still nice with the verbs So fuck what you heard The born cipher, cipher master makes me think much faster But critics still continue to plaster My name and discredit my fame All that shit is game And I don't really give a damn Eat from the tree of life and throw away the verbal ham (Diamond D) Well, excuse me, I gotta add my two cents in Don't be alarmed, the rhyme was condensed in A matter of minutes so it must be told All that glitters' not gold Everybody wants a deal, help me make a demo See my name in bright lights, ride around in a limo My moms keeps beefin' ("Boy, get a job") But I wanna make jams, damn, I know I'll slam Huh, well it's not that easy You gotta get a label that's willin' and able To market and promote, and you better hope (For what?) That the product is dope Take it from Diamond, it's like mountain climbin' When it comes to rhymin' you gotta put your time in Get a good lawyer so problems won't pile You don't wanna make a pitch that's wild

Shout out Mika, my bro Brr, mm Uh All them cold nights sitting in the trap Stacking for the spinner with the flikky on my lap Had to whip it with the mag to turn the whips to Digi Dash Got me flying OT and rags, just so I can flip a pack Young niggas living fast Gassed 'cah they did the dash White when I flick my ash Do a mazzaleen to bring my nigga back All them cold nights in the trap Why you think I'm in a mask? I've been to hell and back Seen hella cats, pushed hella crack Jack me? never that, I bet I'd make the semi slap, boom But if I jacked you darg then you won't get it back Need big whips now Teddy where the hemmies at Run up in spots like show me where the reddies at I'm going Trevor mad, black suit, Men in Black, I need a half a mil stat Looking like I push crack, like, Mike I'm a dad Five years from now, trap's loose, remember that Middle of December goin' mad, tryna fill a bag Remember being stuck on tag, remember doing push-ups in a dutty pad Always been money, mad, I've been jail two times for the love of bands I see them niggas getting gassed off a couple grand I've got some other plans, stack it up in rubber bands I do the milly rock on any block, nigga and the money dance So shout out my hitters in Spain and my killers in France I got drillers in the yard and I got hitters in the dam Know we tapped in with hitters when we land Only lions and gorillas in the gang, I got a milly in the plan But for now I'm putting Whitney in the pan Been a minute since I visited the fam But I'm really getting busy with the vision and the plan For all them long days in my cell, can't you see I've been to hell Must have been the karma for the things I sell Mee-Mee-Mee-Meekz Manny bet the name rings a bell, flippin' hell Free my niggas off the prison shell They're either trapping or robbing, but I just wish them well I seen them olders throw their dreams down the wishing well If you're hitting fiends on my block, then don't miss a sale Lost a couple homies, made me wanna hit the rails When Deezy died the block lost it So when them blockers lost Migs I could relate it's real shit Gotta make it out quick, show 'em how we live I need labels and cribs that's why I'm saving up quids It's got me blazing up spliffs with no cig' Could live fast and you can go quick Probably got to lose your homie just to notice, crazy how the time goes quick And when I'm on my grind I make the line go sick The amount of times I made a white, oh flip Had me out in Brinsford for my white, oh shit Pull up on your bitch and make her bag the whole brick Like, when I'm OT darg, I gotta stay focused Couple kitties ran off with some pennies, so we don't tick End up burning gaffs down, leaving them homeless Cah I'm round fiends with no teeth and bare smokers, semi-autos and revolvers Never show fear but show respect to my olders Can't stop, won't stop Grinding 'til the phone's off Tryna break a whole box Can't rest, won't rest Grinding 'til the phone's dead Tryna break a whole keg Came a long way from Heath court and all that Real niggas take that shit to the grave with 'em, can't steal my shine like Fabian

This whole world's in a rush to be living plush, but never rich enough Till that mirrors such a stranger we asking is it us? Losing your vision, make one stupid decision You've become the newest victim of the human condition It's a crying shame; honestly it's a survival game While we die in vein making somebody rich Like we scared of taking that step Every days just another that escaped us if we don't make an affect Back seat revolutionaries ain't lions at heart Even the slightest of sparks can light up the dark And everybody want a piece of the action Like peace and relaxing became a niche for the deceased and the lacking Success, pleasures of the flesh and beheld Treasures and endless excess in which we measure ourselves I've faith in my fam, so I can relate to the fans Hope they understand how grateful I am We do it right here, right now With my peers, my house And fight here till the day we're gone and rest in white clouds Life here, life out If I'm a die here with my doubts Then as night nears we're gonna do it till they turn the lights out We do it right here, right now With my peers, my house And fight here till the day we're gone and rest in white clouds Life here, life out If I'm a die here with my doubts Then as night nears we're gonna do it till they turn the lights out And it starts with us, seeking an everlasting rush Pharmaceutical market drugs, liquor or grass and dust Murder, lust, self-worth, hurt and trust Burden us like a curse till we return to dust Keeping us on like we're marching to the beat of a gong Freedom is from our own hearts and those we leave them upon Lingering on through the words that we sing in our songs Even a strong foundation we could blink and it's gone So we carve out our marks and master our own path In a castle of glass our heart where our homes are Wars in our vein, that's why we walk in the rain Of course if the name burns brighter it was forged in the flame And you'll never get a break until your dead or make fifty And a pension ain't a pay you resonate with me? I've faith in my fam, so I can relate to the fans I hope they understand how grateful I am We do it right here, right now With my peers, my house And fight here till the day we're gone and rest in white clouds Life here, life out If I'm a die here with my doubts Then as night nears we're gonna do it till they turn the lights out We do it right here, right now With my peers, my house And fight here till the day we're gone and rest in white clouds Life here, life out If I'm a die here with my doubts Then as night nears we're gonna do it till they turn the lights out We won't go, no we won't go, we won't go, no we won't go We won't go, no we won't go, we won't go, no we won't go no We won't go, no we won't go, we won't go, no we won't go We won't go, no we won't go, we won't go, no we won't go no We won't go, no we won't go, we won't go, no we won't go We won't go, no we won't go, we won't go, no we won't go no We won't go, no we won't go, we won't go, no we won't go We won't go, no we won't go, we won't go, no we won't go no