The purpose of a PIMP is to get money. Yes, I love the community here, but you have to understand the realm in which you are living just by reading this. You're not on a WordPress blog. You're not on Tumblr. Or Fakebook. Or even The New York Times absorbing the media you desire - no - you're here. Here where some people use this blockchain to feed their families or fund their causes or build their dreams! So, all the profits being made by sales of PIMP from the center of operations and any other token trades, sales, swaps, curation rewards and earnings - are going right back into it compounding everything we can. It's just how a PIMP plays.

PIMP Status

Speaking of playing, several months ago, @polarmystro sent me a track to play with. I'll have to admit, it's not my normal style, but I literally can rap on anything that has a soul. It took me a minute to find this one, but really got into it once I did. Hope you enjoy it and this cat is also coming to The Block Party II this September! Come see us!!

LYRICS

I’m a P.I.M.P., Big Pimpin’, Pimp Game
Everyday we Hustlin’, ain’t nothin’ really changed
We rack ‘em and stack ‘em and claim the bags
Mother fuckerz get in our way? They’ll be put on display wit’ toe tags.
Money walks and money talks this day and age
It makes the world go ‘round, it’s what the priests want in the plates
Portray it how they want to, it’s still the same
Cash Rules Everything Around Me so PIMPs getting’ the C.R.E.A.M.
Paper in my pocket every single fuckin’ day.
We chop the shit up rock the shit up Fawkes for the next phase
Then blaze through the haze of the purple, pink and green berets
We get paid, that’s how a PIMP plays.

You want that PIMP Status?
Go ahead and get at us.
The district’s an explicit habitual apparatus.
PIMP Status.

A PIMP named Slick Back Slap up Rocks with the Pap Pap
It don’t matter, put me on the trap or the boom bap
Lay it down on anything and stay sexy like a tenor sax
My vocals give you energy and still makes you relax
Turn you on like no other, they can’t fuck with that
If I went beast mode on these bitches, they’d all have heart attacks
They’d have spasms n orgasms n wouldn’t know how to react
So we gotta fuck em real slow n let em know we hit those gaps
Full throttle empty bottles extra sour on their tabs
Because the game PIMPs play, we go to first from last
And they see that shit and start kissing your ass
They wanna be that shit and even ask for autographs
Like a B-side hit that secretly slipped into class
The teacher loved that shit and pushed it through the glass
So now erybody know, and erybody asks
How can I, how can I, but they can’t get past

You want that PIMP Status?
Go ahead and get at us.
The district’s an explicit habitual apparatus.
PIMP Status.

See me tip my hat to the hustlers, players, ballaz n PIMPs
Cuz they know I’m gonna do erything I gotta to win
That’s how it is, we ain’t playin to start all over again
Steady PIMPin while them bitches forced to catch some on they chins
Then they’ll like it even bite it and try to pretend
That they was with us in the trenches when it all began
Won’t fall for none of that shit, bunch of seasonal friends
So fukn easy to spot got the knot nots on they heads
Told you we was settin up shop, that’s exactly what we did
No more tip-toeing, I just stepped my foot in this bitch
The door is wide open, and I be letting a select elected in
And if you got that PIMP status, you already know what it is

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