| Song | Tales of a Starving Artist |
| Artist | TenTik |
| Album | Tales of a Starving Artist |
| 作词 : Onome Emuakpeje | |
| 作曲 : Onome Emuakpeje | |
| Intro: | |
| A Starving artist don’t care about fame | |
| A Starving artist don’t care about name | |
| Just throw him a good chicken | |
| And you can keep all the credit | |
| Verse: | |
| I can give my whole catalog for a couple bucks | |
| You might call me crazy but I don’t give a **** | |
| What shall it profit a rapper if he got the illest rhymes with no money in his pocket | |
| No means to promote it | |
| Hear the voice of a Starving artist, reaching out to every artist | |
| Who got plenty money with no talent just hola at me | |
| I got music for sale just tell me what you need | |
| And I don’t even need the credit, just some money for trees | |
| Call me cheap yea I know I don’t care bro | |
| You see this fire round my head, nor be halo | |
| My head dey really burn | |
| Give me a million and amma drop this mic for good and get a better job | |
| But I’m just fresh out of school with no work experience | |
| They wanna hire somebody that got some work experience | |
| At least five years, wait five years | |
| I spent twenty something years tryna get here | |
| Studying for a degree that now seems useless | |
| That’s twenty something years of slavery, no bull shitting | |
| I could’ve spent that time serving in alaba | |
| By now I for get boys under me calling me master | |
| But now I dey Alaba with my cd for hand | |
| Praying to God I find a marketer that be feeling my jam | |
| But, nobody feels it, the lyrics too explicit | |
| And my bills keep pilling up, I’m about to lose it aswear | |
| Already lost my girl, I nor go lie she try | |
| For a very long time she was by my side | |
| But the going kept getting tougher | |
| Nobody like suffer so she left me for a richer brother | |
| I’m lonely with no money got no Shawtys got no hommies | |
| No I got a couple hommies I don’t need a lot of hommies | |
| There’s nothing in my tummy, but I be spitting still | |
| Every single bar is hard nigga I’m spitting still | |
| Breaking out of boxes | |
| Punches harder than rockys | |
| My music only for junkies, this shit is doper than kpoli | |
| This is pure cocaine, that blue magic shit | |
| Turn the volume up and get high, you ain’t gotta sniff | |
| For real I’m killing the mic with everything that I write | |
| But I be Starving out here I swear to God nor be lie | |
| So niggar, feed me rappers or feed me beats | |
| I’m addicted to this, you’d never see me quit | |
| Never |
| zuò cí : Onome Emuakpeje | |
| zuò qǔ : Onome Emuakpeje | |
| Intro: | |
| A Starving artist don' t care about fame | |
| A Starving artist don' t care about name | |
| Just throw him a good chicken | |
| And you can keep all the credit | |
| Verse: | |
| I can give my whole catalog for a couple bucks | |
| You might call me crazy but I don' t give a | |
| What shall it profit a rapper if he got the illest rhymes with no money in his pocket | |
| No means to promote it | |
| Hear the voice of a Starving artist, reaching out to every artist | |
| Who got plenty money with no talent just hola at me | |
| I got music for sale just tell me what you need | |
| And I don' t even need the credit, just some money for trees | |
| Call me cheap yea I know I don' t care bro | |
| You see this fire round my head, nor be halo | |
| My head dey really burn | |
| Give me a million and amma drop this mic for good and get a better job | |
| But I' m just fresh out of school with no work experience | |
| They wanna hire somebody that got some work experience | |
| At least five years, wait five years | |
| I spent twenty something years tryna get here | |
| Studying for a degree that now seems useless | |
| That' s twenty something years of slavery, no bull shitting | |
| I could' ve spent that time serving in alaba | |
| By now I for get boys under me calling me master | |
| But now I dey Alaba with my cd for hand | |
| Praying to God I find a marketer that be feeling my jam | |
| But, nobody feels it, the lyrics too explicit | |
| And my bills keep pilling up, I' m about to lose it aswear | |
| Already lost my girl, I nor go lie she try | |
| For a very long time she was by my side | |
| But the going kept getting tougher | |
| Nobody like suffer so she left me for a richer brother | |
| I' m lonely with no money got no Shawtys got no hommies | |
| No I got a couple hommies I don' t need a lot of hommies | |
| There' s nothing in my tummy, but I be spitting still | |
| Every single bar is hard nigga I' m spitting still | |
| Breaking out of boxes | |
| Punches harder than rockys | |
| My music only for junkies, this shit is doper than kpoli | |
| This is pure cocaine, that blue magic shit | |
| Turn the volume up and get high, you ain' t gotta sniff | |
| For real I' m killing the mic with everything that I write | |
| But I be Starving out here I swear to God nor be lie | |
| So niggar, feed me rappers or feed me beats | |
| I' m addicted to this, you' d never see me quit | |
| Never |