Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal No way, you'll never make it Come with the weak shit, I'll break it Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass A lot of rappers be like one-time wonders Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under their noses I hate those motherfucking posers But I'm so real, to them it's scary And with my unique skills, nah, you can't compare me And no, we don't make wack tracks And all the suckers get pushed back When I'm kicking real facts I represent, set up shit like a tent, boy You're paranoid cause you're a son like Elroy And you'd be happy as hell to get a record deal Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal Oh yes, I'm greater than all MC's when I breeze Give me room, please I be like fascinating when I be updating Cutting off wack kids, pulling their Trump cards I thump hard, and make 'em say that I'm God Niggas be pretending they're hardcore Never know the meaning of (raw) But I get props like a slogan And no man could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam Lyrically def and connectin', complete mic-wreckin' No double-checkin', vocals kill like weapons But if I have to, I go all out with no mic Yeah, that's right, cause I survived mad fights And for my peeps I truly care Cause without some of them I wouldn't be here And they all know how I feel Cause suckers be like playing themselves to have mass appeal Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal I know I'm dope, but don't wet that I've suffered setbacks, but now I'm making greenbacks Just like baggy slacks, I'm crazy hip-hop Check one two and you don't stop Your head'll bop when I drop my crop of pure bomb Just like the seashore I'm calm But wild, with my monotone style Because I don't need gimmicks Give me a fly beat and I'm all in it Word is bond, I go on and on For you it's tragic, I got magic like wands So I'ma end this lecture and I bet ya Those who kick dirt, in due time I'm gonna get ya Cause I be kicking the real While they be losing the race trying to chase mass appeal Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal No way, you'll never make it Come with the weak shit, I'll break it Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass A lot of rappers be like one-time wonders Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under their noses I hate those motherfucking posers But I'm so real, to them it's scary And with my unique skills, nah, you can't compare me And no, we don't make wack tracks And all the suckers get pushed back When I'm kicking real facts I represent, set up shit like a tent, boy You're paranoid cause you're a son like Elroy And you'd be happy as hell to get a record deal Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal Oh yes, I'm greater than all MC's when I breeze Give me room, please I be like fascinating when I be updating Cutting off wack kids, pulling their Trump cards I thump hard, and make 'em say that I'm God Niggas be pretending they're hardcore Never know the meaning of (raw) But I get props like a slogan And no man could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam Lyrically def and connectin', complete mic-wreckin' No double-checkin', vocals kill like weapons But if I have to, I go all out with no mic Yeah, that's right, cause I survived mad fights And for my peeps I truly care Cause without some of them I wouldn't be here And they all know how I feel Cause suckers be like playing themselves to have mass appeal Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal I know I'm dope, but don't wet that I've suffered setbacks, but now I'm making greenbacks Just like baggy slacks, I'm crazy hip-hop Check one two and you don't stop Your head'll bop when I drop my crop of pure bomb Just like the seashore I'm calm But wild, with my monotone style Because I don't need gimmicks Give me a fly beat and I'm all in it Word is bond, I go on and on For you it's tragic, I got magic like wands So I'ma end this lecture and I bet ya Those who kick dirt, in due time I'm gonna get ya Cause I be kicking the real While they be losing the race trying to chase mass appeal Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal
“Mass Appeal” é um dos maiores sucessos da dupla americana Gang Starr, formada pelo produtor DJ Premier e pelo rapper Guru.
A faixa foi lançada durante o período de maior destaque do grupo, que se estendeu de 1985 a 2003.
Como parte do repertório de Gang Starr, “Mass Appeal” ajudou a consolidar o estilo de jazz rap que a dupla ajudou a popularizar na chamada Golden Age do hip‑hop.
A canção figura entre os “top hits” citados como representativos da carreira de Gang Starr, ao lado de “Take It Personal”, “Moment of Truth”, “Full Clip” e “Above The Clouds”.
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