The Maguire Song

What's up Murs?

Aw nothing man, you know just doing a little underground shit

Whatever, you know selling these tapes, broke as fuck

Yeah I see you, you know what I'm saying, I'm not trying

To go out like that ****, I'm trying to get signed

Have a video and shit, you know what I'm saying, so I

Can get some respect and some ends in this motherfucker

Oh for real? You got a little skill you can do

That but listen to this story, check this out

Now here's the story 'bout this fool I knew from back in the day

His name was Mike, he used to kick raps around the way

I used to see this **** everyday up at the school

I mean dude was cool, type of fool who always said what he meant

You could peep him at lunch, freestyling by the bench

Now he lived in the hood some called the Danger Zone

So he was no stranger to his own ways of getting illegal scratch

But for some strange reason he wasn't living like that

We used to kick back, smoke a sack, every now and then

But usually he was in the house with his pen

Writing raps that all the homies said was fat

To match that he got his beats from this **** named Tone

One day Mike said to Tone, "Let's hook

Up a demo man, that shit could be on"

Or that's what they thought, shit didn't pop

Right away they got caught slipping and Mike really start tripping

After a couple months he dropped out of school

Now he all day kicking it, getting high, smoking blunts

Even quit his part time J-O-B

Took the money that he saved, put that shit up on a P

And now he's flipping zips man you know the whole skit

On how his ass gon' quit after he stack enough chips

But out the blue he got this call from this A&R

Talking 'bout it's time to sign

The first thing that ran through Mike's mind is I won't have to grind

So when he got the contract, he didn't give it back

Ignored the print that was fine, flashed 50 G's in his face

And said "All you have to do is sign on the line to get it"

But Tone wasn't with it, that's when the group split

But Mike didn't trip, he knew he could get beats

From the kids he was on the label with

So he took the money, did some normal rapper shit

Bought his ass a new ride, tried to buy his moms a new home

But when she said "I ain't gon' move up out the hood"

He paid off her loans

And hit the studio every single day of the week

And made the beats, hella tight songs

And after a couple months the album was finished

So he gave the master to the label so they could handle the business

Aw fool, I know who you talking about

That was that ****, that **** Mike

Yeah, that fool's shit was tight fool, he was blowing up fool

What happened, that **** got dropped or what?

I don't know, I ain't never seen that **** in the hood no more

This why you ain't seen that motherfucker in the hood fool

Now when the single dropped, it really start to pop

His shit hit the charts at the top

You could see his video all day on the box

And when he hit the spot, all the bitches would jock

Same ones back in high school that didn't want to speak

Now they step in the mic, telling him he's a freak

But he didn't get the big head and start to tweak

He stayed down to earth

And kicked it with his homies every single day on the turf

So when the album was released, he thought his check might increase

But he didn't see the loot

Every time he called the label they gave him the same song and dance

About his advance having to be recouped

And on the day of his second video shoot

They told him he had been let go

It seemed the president thought rap

Artists weren't bringing in enough dough

You know, not enough capital

So they dropped the whole Department of Black Music

And most of them artists didn't go on to do shit

Went back to 9-to-5's, punching clocks, accepting weekly checks

But Mike had a plan

After a while he knew he was getting fucked by these record execs

Now it's time to put the plan into effect

Next day at the building he goes in, disguised as the dude from FedEx

Takes the elevator all the way to the top floor

No sooner than he steps out the door

The secretary asking who the package is for

He said "I'm here to see uh, Mr. Goldstein"

She said "Right now he can't be seen"

So he tried to walk past her and ignore it

Then she grabbed his shirt like "Nah, I can sign for it"

So he gave her the clipboard

Then acted like he was pulling a pen out of his uniform

But a rag full of chloroform and placed it over his face

The bitch was knocked out, slid her

Fat ass under the desk just in case

No time to waste, he went into the big man's office

As soon as Goldstein seen Mike face, he knew something was going on

So he reached for the phone just as Mike expected

So he held up the end of the cord to

Show him that that shit was disconnected

Then connected with a knife to his windpipe

Now he couldn't scream for his life

He said "None of this had to happen if

You would've treated your artist right

Trying to pimp my people's art, never giving us an equal part

But I was peeping your plan from the start

It was never to see us be young, black, and rich

Y'all wanted to be the only motherfuckers stacking chips"

That fool looked like he was about to have a heart attack and shit

So Mike stepped back

And stabbed him in the heart with the pen he signed his contract with

Ain't that a bitch?

I heard that fool moved to Morocco or some shit