Tia London Lyrics
"Kanye Rant"

Tia London "Kanye Rant"

Im back on my old shit
I mean my new shit
This is like song 14 on The Blueprint
I used to have that Renegade on repeat
Way before downloads it was cd's
Pockets filled with a lot of lent
Not a cent, gotta vent
Lot of innocent lives lost on that project bench
Im from the city where niggas die young
Babies buy guns, Mothers crying
Sons killing their mothers just to stunt
What the fuck?
Im trying to make sense of it
A life now days is valuable as a pair of kicks
And these Margiela Pythons they
They fit me perfect. lace them up, murder these verses
Somewhere along the line I lost my passion for it
Or maybe this the passion y'all been asking for?
These pussy niggas say I should be rapping more
Writer, Rapper, Singer I can dribble titles back and forth
Down four in the fourth, but I'm good from the line
No I'm good with these lines
So many legends fell off, I just get better with time
Im still perfecting my craft, Im just waiting on my time
My fans say that its now, my fans say that its now
But I want to give them some great shit, and great shit it take time

Been a long time, tell me have you seen a
Chick of my stature, my poise and demeanor
Stay up on my toes sort of like a ballerina
And the, y'all know the rest
You bitches spend a couple thou on a purse
Im trying to get a hundred thou for a verse
I got so many different styles to work with
Meanwhile your silly little style it didn't work
You should go back to work, you should go sale some work
Too talented for a 9-5 but I will give you that work
See most these niggas just be talking just so they can get heard
But all that talking shit the same shit that get your ass murked
Ain't trying to be another rap bitch in some Jordans
Im trying to make something with purpose and importance
Ain't trying to push it back I'm trying to push it forward
But all that weak shit y'all making keep pushing us back more
Im like a combination of Missy and Lauryn
Me and Trax like Missy and Tim, or Pippen and Jordan
From the south side of Chicago all the way to the Forbes
But I guess you'll love me more when Im no longer recording
Wish Nate Dogg was still alive so he can sing on the chorus
Shit would have been better if you put me on the chorus, of course

You better hope and pray I stick to singing hooks
I was just warming up the pot you never seen me cook, really
But with these words Im a chemist
Tia London in the booth like Walter White up in that kitchen
Move that pen over that white
Hope these bars that Im penning
Reach my brother through them bars that he sitting behind in prison
I miss when music had depth and conviction
Intros and Interludes and it was felt in your spirit
Remember Marvin Gaye, He used to sing to me
He had me feeling like being black was the thing to be
Its your life and you decide what to dream to be
Don't ever let this world come and steal your dreams you see
See Ye he put his soul in this music
Some would say he lost his soul cuz of music
Label execs who don't give a shit controlling the music
Its still the people who decide when they get hold of the music
And Im a, continue to put my soul in this music
Until Im gone and just a soul, You'll still have my music
And Im a do everything that they said I can't
I got them all listening like a Kanye Rant
It's Lo!