Not Pop

[Intro]

It's not pop, listen to me

This is not pop, listen to me

It's not pop, listen to me

[Verse One]

I was taught never let them see you sweat

I ain't cried in years

Ice water in my veins - so much for blood sweat and tears

From up in the upper tier

Who succumb to peer pressure

Appears to separate the puppets from the puppeteers

Paid me a couple dues

Throughout I ain’t never take no number two

Penned me a couple tunes

A few numbers for comforting the troubled youth

The sisters and brothers who never budge from in front of tubes

I couldn’t count or list

Close encounters with cowards and counterfeits that exist

In the biz

You move in Rihanna and Ciara midst

Rare are moments where motives are clear as a Sierra Mist

And every line I wrote

From the top of the album to the bottom of liner notes

Every word of ebonics word is bond as a solemn oath

And stronger than solid oak

(C’mon let’s go)

I GET IT POPPING BUT IT’S NOT POP

LISTEN TO ME

I GET IT POPPING BUT IT’S NOT POP

LISTEN TO ME

I GET IT POPPING BUT IT’S NOT POP

LISTEN TO ME

LISTEN TO ME

(IT’S JUST THAT SIMPLE)

I GET IT POPPING BUT IT’S NOT POP

LISTEN TO ME

I GET IT POPPING BUT IT’S NOT POP

LISTEN TO ME

I GET IT POPPING BUT IT’S NOT POP

LISTEN TO ME

LISTEN TO ME

I don’t refer to hip hop as “the game”

Ain’t no playing taking place

Cats coming the same

None are spayed, none are chaste

Who’s calling the plays?

Who replayed and who replaced

Who’s counting your change?

WAMU changed into Chase

Rats packed in a maze

Some malaise, some’ll race

Fat sacks of the haze

Some are sprayed, some are laced

Few capital gains

Lower case, the lower caste

Seems like there’s no escape

So we turn saved to handle the pain

One day in heaven

And throw hands when they play “one eight seven”

Among tricks of the trade of well paid reverends

Is don’t break that all it takes is one brave peasant

To stop saving up bread and go save brethren

To stop chasing the papes and just stay present

To stop making complaints and go make legend

And I am him

(Let that sentence set in)

I GET IT POPPING BUT IT’S NOT POP

LISTEN TO ME

I GET IT POPPING BUT IT’S NOT POP

LISTEN TO ME

I GET IT POPPING BUT IT’S NOT POP

LISTEN TO ME

LISTEN TO ME

(IT’S JUST THAT SIMPLE)

I GET IT POPPING BUT IT’S NOT POP

LISTEN TO ME

I GET IT POPPING BUT IT’S NOT POP

LISTEN TO ME

I GET IT POPPING BUT IT’S NOT POP

LISTEN TO ME

LISTEN TO ME

(Bridge)

Let me slow it down

I’m just starting up

They tell me dumb it down

I tell em smarten up

I gave the cartons up

I gave the sparking up

We the Spartans son, pardon us

Me and my partners

They try to target us

Claim they can’t market us

Market what?

We already all in the clubs

Core is on the cut

We already on the cusp

That’s because

At the core, at the crux

We’re cut from a cloth

Never wore, never once

And sip from a cup that runneth over such my homies got homes overrun with rust

So what’s the rub?

The constant hustle and bustle and run and rush

In roles of Run and Russell

In other words Run and Rush

Brothers done run amok

Ask who are we to judge

But we gon readjust

(Sun . . . one)

I GET IT POPPING BUT IT’S NOT POP

LISTEN TO ME

I GET IT POPPING BUT IT’S NOT POP

LISTEN TO ME

I GET IT POPPING BUT IT’S NOT POP

LISTEN TO ME

LISTEN TO ME

(IT’S JUST THAT SIMPLE)

I GET IT POPPING BUT IT’S NOT POP

LISTEN TO ME

I GET IT POPPING BUT IT’S NOT POP

LISTEN TO ME

I GET IT POPPING BUT IT’S NOT POP

LISTEN TO ME

LISTEN TO ME