Royal Fam: "Summin Gotz To Give" [sayings]

Let me give a disclaimer: I have NEVER listened to a Royal Fam song before today. All I knew is that "Wu-Tang Records" put out their music and that they were apart of the Wu-Tang Clan diaspora. But listening to those "Wu-Tang Clan vs. Blunted Sultan" albums we posted the other day (link), Royal Fam's track, "Summin Gotz To Give" stuck out. Timbo King is like 2009 Chuck D. I mean more than Dead Prez even. It's SO grimmey. So hard. No punches pulled. It's an outright attack on commercial rap.

I'm not sure if you guys have noticed but in the hood there's like this real resentment towards commercial successes who blow up and don't look back. Like in ciphers cats be wanting to rip off Soulja Boy's head and eat it. lol. Experiencing that energy first hand, it's really logical to me now why folks get robbed for their chains and such. Anyway, I had to find the lyrics to the joint. Here they go, as well as the track (in case you don't want to download the Blunted Sultan joints...):

Summin Gotz To Give

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Summin Gotz To Give
[Chorus x3: Timbo King]
Summin gotz to give in this biz
I don`t give a fuck who you are, who you is

[Timbo King]
Give it up, we takin all your royalties
Yo producer's gettin stuck for the points
we want all his Gs
Burnin yo disc in yo reels
Sellin yo DAT tapes at crack rates, liable and no frills
I'm hittin hard like a brother from diggstown
I mean Timbs town, laughin at your mix down
Cause I'ma smash that, bash that
Fuck ASCAP, you catch a cap in yo ass, black
You not a artist, mics, you can't damage it
Give up yo' publishin, motha fuck yo' management
You not rugged, we housin yo' recordin budget
Jack yo' tour, we takin all yo' fuckin luggage
No more interviews, cancel all yo' photoshoots
This is a message for artistes: solos and groups

[Chorus x4]

[Timbo King]
Fuck yo A&R, yo whole entire promotion staff
Dont even think about givin out autographs
No spotlight, takin you off stage
Beepers disconnected, you wont get a single page
You's a biter, you and yo co-writer
Forget the limos, stick to makin demos
We got a freeze on yo bank account
Yo release date expired, forget about comin out
All yo videos are canceled, studio times tooken
Throw away them god damn samples
Tell that bullshit lawyer to go hang
Mechanical statue, go to erase, all that shit is dead
Yo career is a total waste
Im dissin yo distribution, don`t even have a showcase
Drowin yo ass in a record pool
Summin gotz to give in this biz, Royal Fam rules

[Chorus x2]

[Timbo King]
Call it a crime when you sign on the dotted line
Put it in writin, black and white, no dollar signs
yo' production is jingles
No more reorders on yo' twelve inch singles
I dedicate this to braggers and boasters
rippin down stickers and yo posters
It aint final 'til its vinyl, so check it
You wanna go platinum, but you can`t make a hit record
We still lookin for yo bookin agent
Soundscan reported
yo LPs under rated
You want yo name on a flyer
Here's a plaque piece for yo work for hire
where's yo president at, I wanna see him!
There's no publicity! run yo Per Diem!
Exclusive rights! creative control!
Here's yo release, no records wasnt sold