Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much Weight

(C. Kirschner, A. Reid)
Produced by Concetta Kirschner for Concetta Music (BMI). Additional Production by Curtis Curtis for The Corporation (BMI) and Walter Sipser. Samadia Music (ASCAP) Bahamadia appears courtesy Goodvibe/B-Girl/J. Core Recordings. Live Horns by Paula Henderson and Steve Moses. Bass by Walter Sipser. Live drums by Lee Farber.

Don't censor me I live like a saint I meditate every morning drink carrot juice I'm hardly
Try censoring your who gets head under the desk
If that's you get you can bet I wanna be the next prez
I the best and if you think my lyrics are incendiary I'll go back to being an insipid secretary
Won't inspire no one, the world will be safe I'll just use words to talk about how Microsoft Word is so great
I feel bad that everyone is crazy and kids are smokin
I also feel bad that Michaelangelo might hurt his back
And what if there were no tracts for or wax for Flash no road for Kerouac
There might not been rap
Leave us alone make your own a better place
How much hate could we eliminate if you were down with your mix tapes
It must have been fate brought me to this game
So let's use the platform for something more than Phat Farm
Sing about the Bling Bling Sing to help em outta Sing Sing turn your off ring ring
I'm getting sicker here's the fuck your Advisory Sticker
I'm to stick 'this CD made by Seagram's Liquor'

puttin too much weight into words and there's too much hate in this world

Stop us for all the pain and stuff, fuck, shit man, it's just a cuss we ain't that dangerous
For every song supposedly maimed someone's life there's a million songs that changed someone's life
Change your mind chains in your mind people gets defined by parents who lie and hurt their child
Dot commers don't affect migrant farmers, Bronx Bombers get paid enough to help all the baby
I'm a vomit 'til all the lobbyists in congresses keep their promises and the artists are all real artists
And the fathers finish what the they started
Comma comma what the hell do I know I'm just an MC getting real damn on the mic
Getting all up in a tizzy I might just and brag on how I keep my rhymes tight
'cause that's what's selling