Written c. 2003.
(CP: From the as yet unproduced musical RapCity.)
I gotta problem that needs some fixin,
I got tracks that need remixin,
I gotta video that needs to be made,
And I got dancers that want to be paid.
I gotta problem that needs some relievin’,
I got bosses too, they’re seethin’,
All my rappers ain’t too good,
All middle class and not from tha hood.
I gotta problem that needs some easin’,
I gotta Third Reich that needs some appeasin’,
Sales are down and costs are high,
And this new stable ain’t too fly.
I gotta problem that needs some solvin’,
I got star doors that need some revolvin’,
Copyright costs big as King Kong,
None of my acts write their own songs.
I gotta problem that needs a solution,
Guns and drugs rise like pollution,
Chokin’ up all my big name rappers,
Bringin’ in the pigs, put ’em in clappers.
