Illusionary lines

[Verse Two - Pressure]
I once had respect for this game, but now this game of respect
Is sold to the highest bidder with some fame and a cheque
Now any layman can get respect without breaking his neck
Paying dues, time these crews started paying some debt
It ain't lights and cameras, personalities on set
Distorting realities in their context
With no originality concepts
Who gives a fuck about a salary; this ain't a popularity contest
Cos hip hop ain't faking for ends
Hip-hop ain't fading with trends
It ain't rich kids playing with pens
It ain't the clothes on your back, or the label on them
It's where you're at, so I say it again
It's just my life cycle; music means everything to me
It's just a fashion show, nah; don't believe everything you see
Cos if our eyes tell us lies the truth is we're blind
So keep on walking straight and narrow down illusionary lines