That’s Okay

<a href="http://music.illcity.com/track/thats-okay">That&#8217;s Okay by Ill City</a>

Bridge
Hey, hey claps your hands now (gone) do your dance now
Dip it to the left, now stop and put your hands down
Hey, hey claps your hands now (gone) do your dance now
Dip it to the right, now stop – it’s going down

Verse One
I’ve rubbed elbows with some of y’all favorite rappers
Yeah real good times, one of my favorite chapters
But while they knew my name, and cool with big Smitty
They wasn’t hearing Shakes, wasn’t stuttin’ Ill City
So I figured out the hook up just wasn’t my path
Told ‘em I’m a make an album and they just laughed
They said you the producer man stick to the beats
Plus you sound like you know, and your style ain’t street
But you can’t hold good man down and these words
Speaks to every kid out there fiending to be heard
Couple kick, claps, adjectives, nouns and short verbs
Tell the story of a boy who can spit it from the burbs
So I’m exploring new markets, like Wal-marts and Targets
Y’all can have the streets, I’m done with living cheap
Some knuckled respect is something I can’t eat
But when they loaded up the iPods, that’s City, now don’t sleep (man)

Hook
They ain’t want to sign me, but that’s okay
Now my folks is behind me and that’s okay
They bought beats on the cheap, and well that’s okay
I made the best of it, now them boys can’t touch it (what)
They ain’t want to sign me, but that’s okay
Yeah my folks is behind me and that’s okay
They say your boy ain’t street, but well that’s okay (hey)
Cause I made the best of it, now them boys can’t touch it (what)

Verse Two
When I was talking ’bout downloads artists wouldn’t listen
But they heard about the checks and hey now they pay attention
When I told ‘em ringtones was my next premonition
They said people wasn’t paying for some 30-second snippets
I guess over time people just get conditioned
But they finally waking up now that CDs is slipping
They ain’t never coming back you can save the petition
Time for new money flows this a state of transition
Big boys got fat off of no competition
You can liken it to lobbyists and bent politicians
In the land of gatekeepers folks need they commissions
Plaques and award shows they need recognition
That probably feels good, but my disposition
Is to get things back focused on composition
Now everything I’m say might be supposition
But check the track record, I got good intuition (you know)

Verse Three
This the third verse, third album, I like threes
Like to speak in third person, give the third degree
And speaking of degrees well I got three
There’s a lot of rappers out there, but not like me
Motivated and they hate it cause I’m supposed be
In my two-car garage living comfortably
But I told y’all your boy need to live debt-free
Economic slavery? Man I can’t see
I told you free time and cash flow’s the secret sauce
You could rewind and fast-foward the rule’s embossed
Hey look I never ask for it, but dude’s was soft
Now ask Tony Danza’s who’s the boss?
And the same cat they laughed at they ask for help
Cause they poor little CDs is stuck on the shelf
I could whip ‘em into shape like my daddy’s old belt
But they still don’t want to listen, guess I’m going for self (whoa)


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