Lungelo Manzi - Rotation Lyrics

Inner-city black boy, eyes full of dreams
Son of a priest, head full of schemes
Taught by the good book, taught by the streets
Mized all the hood crooks, high on the scene
Inner city backpack-trapper full of teeth
Mind in the right place, lost in the screen
Working overtime with the bars and the beats
All he wanted was the mic for this life on a sleeve
Taking notes off YouTube to get what to do and to say
Getting dope with type-beats two hours a day
He was broke with no connection or fan to his name
Nevеr choked off the top for the show of thе brave
Made a post someone commented, "Pull up and lace"
There he goes confident in a stu' with a great
Same goat who never the mentioned the price for the range Playing the game

Mister, mister lost in the basement
Do you wanna pop with the famous
I can put you on where you can't get
Do you wanna get some rotation?
Do you wanna get some rotation?
What you got for the playlist?
Do you wanna rock with the shameless
I can put you on where you can't get
Do you wanna get some rotation?
Do you wanna get some rotation?

(Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you?
(Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you?
(Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you?
(Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you?

I am not what you figure is authentic
My image is less mimicked
I'm more grimace, I'm all triggered
Leaving rappers frankly a Wallace & co. snitching
Weaving passages while they witness these poems pillage
I am not for a system of club critics or plugs wishing they wrote lyrics
The radio's gone missing
Forty hours a week to get it
Were all missions to riches I wasn't given
I rose for these crumbs spitting
Kill in the form, finesse the ill-est in awe with this
Scrimmage and score not for the sheep but the sharpest thoughts
Border on going major
Signing something to savor
Pay off another favor
Should I just go for the greater good or the greater waiver?
To be enough for a moment's not enough for the labor
What good is keeping a soul
Swimming good doesn't pay much
I need more on the way up
For the clause on the paper

Mister, mister lost in the basement
Do you wanna pop with the famous
I can put you on where you can't get
Do you wanna get some rotation?
Do you wanna get some rotation?
What you got for the playlist?
Do you wanna rock with the shameless
I can put you on where you can't get
Do you wanna get some rotation?
Do you wanna get some rotation?
(Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you?
(Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you?
(Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you?
(Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you?

Even after the rookie forgot his armor
They cut him down to his knees
For thinking the deal was sponsored
All of this for the drama of coming up for some comma
The label-head with the slip said, "Never sign what you missed"
Paying back three hundred Kay for a disc
Playing back these numbers to play the trends
Took him about three summers to make amends
Punches came with the glitz like Anna Mae at The Ritz
Fancy, who that light skin going ham-faced
Tell me where you from, what's your last name
I know everybody and their fan-base
I can see potential for your brand weighed
Can we take a picture for the gram's sake?

Mister, mister lost in the basement
Do you wanna pop with the famous
I can put you on where you can't get
Do you wanna get some rotation?
Do you wanna get some rotation?
What you got for the playlist?
Do you wanna rock with the shameless
I can put you on where you can't get
Do you wanna get some rotation?
Do you wanna get some rotation?
(Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you?
(Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you?
(Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you?
(Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you?