Sidekick - The Jokerr

Hey there Swizzle, guess who it is, it’s your old pal Jokerr and I’m giving you

the biz

Because socio politically, we’re never eye to eye

But you’re not a bad guy, and I consider you a friend

Frie-friends don’t tell friends what they want to hear

They’ve always said a good friend is a human mirror

I don’t know who you have, but I’ll be there for you

I know it’s gotta be tough In the background

Looking at the crowd go nuts over that sound

And show after show, that you never headline, which how you long to do

Whoa, and I know it’s gotta be sad (Sing your minds out)

Seeing what you want so bad (From the sideline)

Ohh poor Swizzle, I can’t even imagine, what you going through, I mean

It’s gotta be, so so hard

To be a sidekick, stuck living in the shadow of a giant

So so hard

With everybody watching when you know they’ll never understand

It’s gotta be

So so hard

To be a sidekick, it doesn’t matter how popular you might get

So so hard

When your whole identity’s defined by the efforts of another man

It’s gotta be

Hard on tour, knowing in your mind

If you didn’t show up, the show would go along fine

Cause, nobody wants to hear the right hand man,

You and Krizz Kaliko could probably start your own hype man band

Oh sure, you can both tour, go and hit the road, and everything you vote for,

could be so yours

Oh man, it’d be so grand, look about performing at a whole damn show of only

your fans

There’d be no Hop, no Dizzy, no Dame

No half of ten percent of half the dough that the show bringed

Everybody singing out your songs, buying your merch, girls wearing your shirts,

screaming your name

Ooh-Ooh, think of that show, the opening act’s closed, the lights turn on,

you step on stage to that crowd dream

And all ten crickets in the crowd sings

It’s gotta be tough on the sideline, watching all the rappers grind,

tryna get a little something going

When you just sit there in your room on your lazy ass, getting thousands of

dollars of free promotion

I couldn’t help but to notice how you talk about rich folks never give enough

to help the people at the bottom

Hey, but you sit and get your career fed to you on silver spoon of courtesy of

Hopsin

~It's got to be hard~

Hey there Swizzle, what’s there to do, when the whole world’s moving on without

poor you

While Dizzy already dropped his album

Four years and you’re stilling sitting there without one

I hate to be the one to break it to you baby boy

But I’mma make you face the facts, many may avoid:

You’re not as good an artist as you think you are

You don’t shoot your own videos, Hop produces every beat you ever rocked,

and even does your mixes, so

How much you expecting to be given yo, I mean are you gonna be able to stand up

and take it upon yourself to get your own

No, no, no

I didn’t figure so, so until you get your own fans, bitch zip it close

My apologies, I shoudn’t let it bother me, I mean after all…