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    "Lockdown" Lyrics

    Dice Raw

    Yo, they got us locked down, in a cell under the ground
    Tryin' to push for a mainstream sound
    Yo, they got us locked down, in a cell under the ground
    Tryin' to push for a mainstream sound
    Every artist locked down, in a cell under the ground
    Tryin' to push for a mainstream sound
    Every rapper locked down, in a cell under the ground
    Tryin' to push for a mainstream sound

    Man, it used to feel like hip-hop had a lock on my soul
    And a deal was the only way I'd get parole

    I got knocked years ago when I wrote my first rhyme
    Ever since then, I been locked down doin' time
    Payin' dues with a lot to gain, but more to lose
    I play the game, but they keep changin' the rules
    The studio's a holding cell for lyrical criminals
    Doing demo tapes, hold mics like shanks
    Battlin', that's like a fight in the yard
    Lines chase niggas down like Lieutenant Gerard
    But I love it there, and some say that I'm institutionalized
    Freestyling's our only form of exercise
    I don't lift weights, lift my mind to a higher state
    If your shit's wack, you just can't relate
    I have nightmares of bein' back on the streets
    But when I wake up in my cell, I feel relief
    Bein' on tour is like bein' transferred to jail
    And the companies reattempt to boost your sales
    In my last case, they came at me with a deal
    The D.A., I mean A&R, said "You can still keep shit real

    But instead of Raw, be Dice Chill
    Give us some hits with some commercial appeal"
    I refused, then sent back to my cell
    And from next time, a poet's memoirs from jail


    The prisoner, verbal incision
    They strangle me with barbed wires of fire, fuck a mainstream vision
    The label is the feds, they want to find me and sign me
    With a market and promotion behind me, but they slimy
    My cellmate Dice Raw is nice, why'all
    I assassinate rehearsal, if I go commercial I'll slice why'all
    Studio's solitary, so I'm soliterrorizin' MCs
    Steve G's, freeze, melt, refreeze
    Mics get raped on my cell block, we battle for commissary
    Parole boards for adversary
    I lost the trial, I lost the case

    What a waste, judge threw the rhyme book in my face
    But my brain left and right is like the unstoppable engine
    Locked down, pushin' for mainstream like syringes
    Fuck a C.O., my shit's gone gold like C3PO
    Ask Kelo, he know we go T-O
    The top, this is cell block hip-hop
    Yo, the underground keep the shank hot
    Locked down with MCs doin' life bids
    Beware when the pen zags and zigs


    Aiyyo, it was far from warm, the middle of a storm
    And fifth Dynasty was on our way to perform
    It was me, Steve G's, Dice and the Quick Drawn
    And we got pulled over, we knew something was wrong
    The law wasn't concerned with license and registration
    Insurance information, or our point of destination
    But peep, they got us up out the Jeep five deep
    And took a look and saw the mics up under the seat
    And start'd snappin', flippin' and shit like "Who's rappin'?"
    Got on the radio and signaled back to the captain
    Who warned them we was known for action
    "Use caution, and get them contracts from when they brought us back" and
    The fingerprints matched and linked identities
    D.T.s was like "Shit, it's the fifth MCs"
    Ain't no escapin', locked us in a lab and started tapin'
    Mandatory, the judge said "Fuck jury deliberation"
    Maximum incarceration
    In these camps for concentration we call radio stations
    A place where hip-hoppin' is against the law
    Forever locked down within a lower corridor
    Of sound, where they sniff out cells with bloodhounds
    Pure MCs, MCs' remains is found
    Pick the park when a record executive's around
    Yo, we bubble to the top notch round

    This song was submitted on October 25th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Karl B. Jenkins, Kenyatta Saunders, Radji Mateen, Rashsaan Roland Kirk, Steve Woodson, Tarik L. Collins.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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