Pigeonholed Lyrics

If you unoriginal you getting pigeonholed

Excuses are useless

We got an overload of disposable music

Talking truth to stupid

So unoriginal. You getting pigeonholed

Excuses are useless

We got an overload of disposable music

Talking truth to stupid

21st century American tale

A true story leading to an epic fail

Where money-hungry bands play for money-burning fans

And sleight of hand when it exchanges hands

The music industry's gotta kink in it's slinky

The flavor of the quarter's getting no credulity

Lack of focus. Hoping no one will notice

How else do these poseurs keep up with the Joneses

Thugs still follow the footsteps of punks

And there's always hustlers mixed in with the chumps

And judging by the look of the low moral going 'round

Lots of herbs B.S.-ing in the underground

Think a lot of people might be kidding themselves

Everybody get defensive, all together now

I'm only joking cuz I know my own music's

As impactful as a jet of urine into the ocean

If you unoriginal you getting pigeonholed

Excuses are useless

We got an overload of disposable music

Talking truth to stupid

So unoriginal. You getting pigeonholed

Excuses are useless

We got an overload of disposable music

Talking truth to stupid

The entertainment business is up to mischief

Another gimmick empty pockets at Christmas

And good looks if you chisel your masterpiece

Out of the rock and hard place you're stuck between

Killer delivery can cause zelophilia

But fat chance when nobody's really feeling ya

Amateur rap-rock Hip Hop hopefuls

Like illegal aliens by the boatloads

Ready to beg, borrow and steal your support

Having a natural talent is a last resort

Even the prize is looking plastic to Paris

Your raps are pastiche. Don't do me any favors

All these knuckleheads phoning in a performance

Don't even know why they fucking with show biz

Follow the lure of someone else's sauce

Just don't sell your soul to get your message across

If you unoriginal you getting pigeonholed

Excuses are useless

We got an overload of disposable music

Talkin truth to stupid

So unoriginal. You getting pigeonholed

Excuses are useless

We got an overload of disposable music

Talking truth to stupid

Everybody and their cousin wants to find their niche

And nowadays everyone's a rapper tryna spit

Many seem overeager and miss the big picture

Let's see what being a fashion plate gets ya

Coming out the pocket for your own parade

And front in front of bystanders born yesterday

Banking everybody else remembers your name

Fitting the cliché. Digging your own graves

Claiming that you're paid when ya working for peanuts

What you smoking homie? Making ya see stuff

Mooches on your case. Fakes all in your face

Can't catch a break or any genuine accolades

Surrounded by an entourage of ditto-heads

Never let you know how much your shit's derivative

All tapped out of creative juices

Just another loser making disposable music

If you unoriginal you getting pigeonholed

Excuses are useless

We got an overload of disposable music

Talkin truth to stupid

So unoriginal. You getting pigeonholed

Excuses are useless

We got an overload of disposable music

Talkin truth to stupid

If you unoriginal you getting pigeonholed

Excuses are useless

We got an overload of disposable music

Talking truth to stupid

So unoriginal. You getting pigeonholed

Excuses are useless

We got an overload of disposable music

Talkin truth to stupid