Can’t Weight

By Sapient

On Dry Puddles

Released on August 31, 2004

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[Verse 1]

I'm breaking it down on a regular base as if you were aware of it

Flush down the carelessness, one day I will be very rich

And ride the big rapper chairlift up to the bank

I'll be laughing all the way, thinking of how I washed your brain

I'll put a rag on my head and start rhyming hard

'Til the passion is dead, I've traded it in for a shiny card

I'll do R&B collaborations, anything for the payment

And I'll build a mansion with dead, underground emcees in the foundation

I'll be the best you'll see, I think nobody can mess with me

Commercialism is god, and money is the blessing

(Please hold, I'm on linе 3 with the devil secrеtary)

What? You didn't know that he ownes all the major record companies


[Chorus]

I can't weight to be famous

I can't weight to have my own ?

I can't weight to be on the top 10 playlist

And I just can't weight to meet Satan

(X2)


[Verse 2]

Yes, yes, yo' comin' purchasin' industry classic

I'm infectious like ? doing an entire family of addicts

Suggest is available

Check the rap section in your local mall

I get a new lexus and business is what it's called

No need to debate it

Music is about getting payment, and your bank account

Underground just means not got enough to make it

I sign contracts in blood just for material stuff

And I rap lyrics I didn't make up

Now your kids are corrupt

And I feel kinda bad... but my bank account doesn't...


[Chorus]