The Procussions - The Fringe Lyrics
[Verse 1 Stro Elliot:]Disillusional fool stuck in menial moonstruck museumsSeeing nothing but the back of a tool truckBelieving I could fix somethin, gon' get somethin boy now fetch thatCheese on top of that mouse trap, but we ain't no clown ratsWe built this city on sound tracksAnd drive the locomotives around thatPromoters and town reps, claim to have a stake in it all yetThey only place a stake when the ground's wetThey sit and clap for this custodian rap musicAnd use it for amusement and lack the means to do itIn jest, throw a nickel in the hat as a gestureCourt of a couple kings showing their rings to jestersAnd bet money they bleed before they leave get relievedOf these things, out of need not of greed you breed theivesAnd blame us, offering a piece of that fameBut, the owners of the masters became usSo now what[Hook:]What's thatWe want a littleThey want it allThey gonna get itI want a piece of my own, I'm stuck in the middleI want a piece of my own, I'm stuck in the middleWhat's thatI want a littleThey got it allI'm gonna get it[Verse 2 Mr. J. Medeiros:]I got'em stuck off the purchase priceHustling a verse that's twice that of the worthOf any corny rappers merchandiseThey outta luck and couldn't work the diceBustin' through the surface iceMust've been they trusted in the worst advice[Stro Elliot:]That folklore the broke where a yoke forThat's choking these throats sore with hope'd for'sClosed doors and glass ceilingsAsked to mask feelingsWith a flask half full of that trash and bad dealings[Mr. J. Medeiros:]Villains get made when the minimum wage isLower than the minim for living these days itsNo wonder why these kids in a daze[Stro Elliot:]They out number the rich[Mr. J. Medeiros:]But on the fringe living criminal ways[Stro Elliot:]Not on the hinge where the pendulum swaysFrom these towers[Mr. J. Medeiros:]These cowards who bleed these hours to feed powersAin't a thug I believe in[Stro Elliot:]Drug I could breath in[Mr. J. Medeiros:]Strong enough to beat this love for reasonWhen everything I've heard is pervertedI preserve my words from absurd and blurred verdictsThe curb servants see her skirted inside the moon lightFlirting with goons burning spoonsSee how the fumes biteStreets like a balloon fightEatin' with two teeth got two blue feet that don't move rightExtortion when rappers glorify this misfortuneI abhor the lies that walk the line of distortionGet your check voided paying respectsTo get you exploited[Stro Elliot:]Wept for it they faced death and traded sex for it[Mr. J. Medeiros:]Explore it see the text get exportedSee we ignorant no contest or context for itIgnore itPlay it loud and vicariousToo important to be proud in all carelessnessSome blame rappers but I blame their fansThey both making a name off the chains of man[Hook:]What's thatWe want a littleThey want it allThey gonna get itI want a piece of my own, I'm stuck in the middleI want a piece of my own, I'm stuck in the middleWhat's thatI want a littleThey got it allI'm gonna get it
