Immortal Technique The Message & the Money Lyrics:
[Immortal Technique]
Before we go any further.. I would like to send a
message to all the underground mc's out there,
working hard The time has come to realize you
networked in a market and stop being a fucking
commodity And if you didn't understand what I've
just said then you already waiting to get fucked
For example; a lot of these promoters are doing
showcases throwing events, and not even paying the
workhorses They trying get us to rock for the love
of hiphop or rock for the exposure Now look man, I
don't mind doing a guest spot for my peeps Or, or,
or doing a benefit show, but don't lie to me pussy
Coz I find out I'm paying your lightbill, I'm
fucking you up nigga Besides, you ain't doing this
for the love, you ain't doing it for the exposure
you charging up to 10$ at the door, and you ain't
tryin to give me shit?? So wait a minute... you
want me to go shopping, cook the food, and put it
in front of you but you won't let me sit down and
eat with you? The fuck is that? Niggaz need to
start playing their position, man. Just coz you
throw a party a hosting event or an open mic or a
showcase, or a battle that don't make you
important at all Without me and everybody like me
out there you ain't nutting but a good idea,
motherfucker So stay in your place

And to all these bitchass saronayas who are too
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lazy to come up with a way to sell records.. That
they keep recycling marketing schemes and imagery
C'mon.. There is a market for everything man There
is a market for pet psychologists nigga. There is
a market for twisted shitfetish video's. For
nipplerings, for riverdancing, for chocolate
cupboard roaches.. But you can't find one for
cultured hardcore reality and hiphop? People like
you: the house nigga executives and them rich
motherfuckers that own you; you the motherfucking
machine man! You and all these niggaz talking
about the same shit with the same flow over the
same candy-ass beats But I refuse the feed the
machine And Im not giving any magazine money So
maybe my album won't get 5 mics, or double-x-l's,
or 5 discs Whatever man, fuck it But then again;
you don't own me, and none of you niggaz ever will
If I'm feeling what you fight for I'm rolling with
you to the end But if not, then FUCK YOU! And the
more that mc's, producers, dj's and independent
labels start to grasp the conceptuality of what
their contribution to the business of hiphop is
rather then just the music - the more the industry
will be forced to change

Oh, heh, and one last thing;

You don't have to agree with everything I've said
But don't ever be condescending to me Picking up
your wack ass friends that rhyme and being like
'Ow yeah, Immortal Technique - he's aaiight' No
nigga.. Your mom is pussy, that's aaiight, ok..
Your peoples getting shot dead in the street,
that's aaiight I'm the motherfucking Immortal
Technique nigga! The message and the money! And
you ain't got either! Remember that! Punk ass
motherfucker..
Lyrics: The Message & the Money, Immortal Technique [end]