For the Love
**For the luh luh luh luh luh luh luh LOVE**
Verse I
Iâll take out your best MC for my grand finale
And put New Orleans on the map like Iâm Rand McNally
The intent to affect change, thatâs what Iâm rhyming with
People say keep doing it, but never put a dime in it
Iâm tryna manage this green like I was Danny Ainge
With rhymes I gave you 2 cents, Iâm tryna make change
Penny for my thoughts? Fine, but before
you give me that be sure to add 999 more
And buy the album! Itâs kinda hard touring when
You accumulating debt like Brother Randall Robinson
I need a guarantee, not really making a fuss
Just want it up front like whites on a segregated bus
And thus, itâs for the love, but now I got children
And Loveâll make a fool of you like Denise Williams
Pro-choice lyrics, poor quality aborted
To make sure good music gets listener supported
Chorus:
Went from, city to city and state to state
It all started out with us just digging in the crates
Didnât know full time B-boy was the fate
Itâs for the people, but compensation would be great (Itâs for the LOOOOVE)
(Luh luh luh luh luhâ¦)
Love of rhymes, love of the beat
Love of the scratching, Love of the streets
Love of new creation with original flavor
And Love of reaping fruits of you cultural labor (Itâs for the LOOOOVE)
Verse II
If you in it for the cash, then end that shit fast
Itâs hard to make gâs like 3 year olds in penmanship class
With your wax and disc, prepare for the bumps and bruises
DJ cliques act bxtch with their picks and chooses
And they the ones who ainât deserving my tunes
They get no service like poor people in emergency rooms
Hear my rhymes, they be like, âDamn dawg you outta chillâ
I speak my mind, diss the Vatican like Lauryn Hill
Itâs sorta ill sometimes who descends on the floor
Ainât necessarily the people you intended it for
Depending on tours, internationally exported
For who support it, one reason that it gets recorded
Reason 2, recoup and hopefully stack some dough
And last but not least, challenging the status quo
With your best plantation rapper run a dead heat
But independent like a Mama when the Daddy deadbeat
Chorus
Verse III
Let me tell you, I been in love with this
Before the label politics, distributors + publicists
(Itâs) kinda frustrating cuz, the things I do for the love
Should be like Tiger Woodsâ wife, an make you run from the club
To, organically provide what the listener wants
With gimmicks, falsehood, or publicity stunts
For you to listen I implore, and refuse to be ignored
Truth Universal, you know what I do it for