Chorus:
Let the horns come out
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring out
Let the horns come out
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring now
Let the horns come out
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring now
Like I'm whoring now
I see the people look at me like
Verse 1:
A professional prostitute is an artist that's paid
Tell me music's only pure when you make minimum wage
They be saying I'm a sellout when I'm stepping on stage
Placing artists in their genre like a prisoner's cage
But here's the mistake, we all be bound by fate
The concept of hiphop being pure is intrinsically ridiculous
Superficial, pretentious and fake
Cause when Herc stopped making beats you claiming it's pure
I'm just saying that shit'll make you insecure
I'm just saying this that shit'll make y'all carnivores
Now, you become the shit that you once deplored
Enforcing your perspective like conquistadors, but fuck it
Hiphop was the coming of Christ
After the 80s he died, his disciples denied
But we all Peter and we Thomas with corrupted thoughts
We all giving our own meanings to what we lost
But now we splintered and we've broken in tribes
You got mumbling motherfuckers and the most conscious of minds
You got some people who whine, you got some people who trying
You got some people who are happy to be concubines
You got G's who stay violent like Muay Thai in Thailand
I'm feeling like the Variant, the baddest gladiator in the island
The mouthpiece of the South East
I'm educating, always debating, syllabicating every cadence
I've ever lambasted in your direction, no correction
I meant what I said, I don't pretend who I am bitch
Fight against the system just to make a grand
We all cypher in the summer while we smoke a gram
None the greater, none the wiser
So pass the music like a spliff and you can be the lighter
Ignite the fire, admire what we lost
But don't spread hate around just to garner applause, that's weak
Chorus:
Let the horns come out
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring out
Let the horns come out
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring now
Like I'm whoring now
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring out
Like I'm whoring now
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring now
Verse 2:
Before I go, I gotta message for my people
We looking at the person but we focusing on ego
Back then, we focused just to gather information
But now we consume it all like Aliens in the station
I'm just saying it's causing a lot of devastation
I ain't negative about it, I'm just trying to be patient
I recognize we got problems that we should be facing
I see that now after rehabilitation
In the lab, all I need to do is work
Focusing on my semantics like a language nerd
I hear the 7th on the C like the pianist heard
I see the cure and the disease but these lines are blurred
Need a vaccine, for these bad dreams,
My maxim is to always question what art means, like Rakim
I ain't gon sweat, just let my conscious run free
Cause another man's nightmare's another man's dream
Chorus:
Let the horns come out
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring out
Let the horns come out
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring now
Like I'm whoring now
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring out
Let the horns come out
I see the people look at me like
Like I'm whoring now
Like I'm whoring now
Like I'm whoring out
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring out
