Song Title: You Rappers Should Fix Up Your Lives
Artist: M.I Abaga
Record Label: Chocolate City
Produced By: PatricKxxLee
Released: 2017
[Interlude]
You need to 'llow the Rizzler
And what you been drinking bruv?
You need to 'llow it bruv
Cause right now yeah?
You're losing right now
You're taking Ls
[Verse 1]
I should be close to retirement
Couple more years be retiring but
None you of you rappers inspiring
None of you pass the requirements
I can’t retire yet, damn...
Who gonna fix the environment? (Is it you?)
Ya’ll got me coming back switch on the sirens
Still on my J-O-B none of this rappers can fire me
I can’t retire yet, damn...
[Hook]
You rappers should fix up your life (fix up your life)
You rappers should fix up your life (fix up your life)
Ya’ll getting killed by the south (the south)I guess am in this shit for life (for life)
I’m still the one that you look too (look too)
You need me to figure shit out
You rappers should fix up your life
Fix up your life (damn)
[Verse 2]
None of you rappers is real enough
Once you blow up now you switching up
That’s why these fans are not feeling ya’ll
SA rappers out here killing ya’ll
Bruh, when I was out here performing
I held the country down I held the city down real
You rappers are under performing
I swear it’s a shame it’s a pity no real
Rappers are singing now just to get popular (yuck)I just been watching like I'm at the operaI should’ve brought my binoculars‘Cause I don’t see nobody dopeI don’t see nobody greatI don’t see nobody serious ’bout taking my placeYa’ll should be slapped in your faceThis is your big hommie telling you niggas to wakeWake, wake up, fix up your life (smell the coffee)
[Hook]
You rappers should fix up your life (okay)
‘Cause ya’ll getting killed by the south (hmm)
I guess am in this shit for life (for life)
I’m still the one that you look to (look to)
You need me to figure shit out
You rappers should fix up your life
Fix up your life
[Verse 3]
Ten years later and am still the one
Training you rappers like PaddingtonMy flow is too cold grab a cardiganLyrics still church like the VaticanYa’ll out here panickingAll I created is vanishingNobody moving mhen, ya’ll are like mannequinsOmo let’s bring a mechanic inMaybe you rappers can rap againAre you rappers omo we don’t know againMhen ah pausing your tracks ‘cause no more flow again
How come we don’t hear any bars?
Omo streets dey yan say rapper no dey blow again
But I switch up my flow again
Anytime I think am done they like go again
And so I do it, make dough again
But all of you niggas are broke again
I’m doing this for the culture
You need somebody to coach you
Ya’ll need the truth
Clark Kent, Clark Kent we need superman
So I had to get in the booth
We out here getting massacred
This is your general calling to check with the troops
I made this shit easy for ya’ll I laid it off the board
You messing up my alley oop, ooou!
Fix up your life
[Interlude Pt. 1]
[?]
[Interlude Pt. 2: M.I Abaga & Caryn Solomon]
Isn't it ironic how the adulations of millions can be so alienating
Which is kinda ironic in a way
It is
Feel loved by so many but feeling so alone
Because
Because there's no intimacy
That!
There's no intimacy
And for them you aren't a person
You become an object
Of their fantasies, of their projections, of their idealisations
You aren't really a person
Hmm
And that's what celebrity is all about
It's creating people into objects of adoration