For the Love(feat. P.U.D.G.E.)-P.U.D.G.E./Truth Universal/Pudge

For the Love (feat. P.U.D.G.E.) - Truth Universal For the Love **For the luh luh luh luh luh luh luh LOVE** Verse I I’ll take out your best MC for my grand finale And put New Orleans on the map like I’m Rand McNally The intent to affect change, that’s what I’m rhyming with People say keep doing it, but never put a dime in it I’m tryna manage this green like I was Danny Ainge With rhymes I gave you 2 cents, I’m tryna make change Penny for my thoughts? Fine, but before You give me that be sure to add 999 more And buy the album! It’s 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, it’s for the love, but now I got children And Love’ll 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 Didn’t know full time B-boy was the fate It’s for the people, but compensation would be great (It’s for the LOOOOVE) (Luh luh luh luh luh…) 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 (It’s for the LOOOOVE) Verse II If you in it for the cash, then end that sh*t fast It’s hard to make g’s 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 ain’t deserving my tunes They get no service like poor people in emergency rooms Hear my rhymes, they be like, “Damn dawg you outta chill” I speak my mind, diss the Vatican like Lauryn Hill It’s sorta ill sometimes who descends on the floor Ain’t 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 (It’s) kinda frustrating cuz, the things I do for the love Should be like Tiger Woods’ 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