Early life
Haystak was born to teenage parents, raised by his grandmother, and grew up in the poorest environment. As he got older, Haystak began engaging in a life of crime. But all that ended after being arrested on charges of drug possession at the age of 15.[citation needed]
Music
Haystak began rapping after being released two years later, but no one gave him the chance to prove himself. So Haystak took a daring chance and joined a local label called Street Flava Records and producers Kevin Grisham and Sonny Paradise. They produced his debut album, Mak Million, in 1998. With his description of the southern way of life from a white boy's point of view, Haystak won the respect of his peers in the underground rap scene and was recognized by the people of Nashville, both white and black. Two years later, Car Fulla White Boys came out with many fans waiting eagerly. With his success, Koch Records signed Haystak and rereleased Car Fulla White Boys that same year. In 2002, Haystak's third album, The Natural, was released on Koch. Since then, Haystak's fame has grown greatly, and he even played a small role in the 2005 film Hustle and Flow.
Discography:
Year Album Title
1998 Mak Million
2000 Car Fulla White Boys
2002 The Natural
2003 Return Of The Mak Million
2004 Portrait Of A White Boy
2005 From Start to Finish
2005 The New South
2006 The Southwest Connection
2007 Crackavelli
2008 Hard 2 Love
2008 Cracks The Safe
2009 The Natural II
2009 Came Along Way
2010 Easy 2 Hate
Been A Long Time
Haystak Lyrics
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My name Stak, and from way way back
I've been getting paid for my appearance on track
You a clearance rack rapper, ballin' on a budget
Trying to push it on the public, but if that's you, fuck it
When I was broke, I smoked economic strain
When I was heartbroken, I depicted the pain
Before the rap dope, I spoke cocaine
Truckers, pilots, guns, and violence
No airbags in it, probably used to be my shit
But I ain't driving, I had somebody drive it
Time passes on, gotta be so private
The statutes of limitations allow me to tell you more about Jason
The story, the saga, not guilty your honor
The man behind the don, the whale off in the water
The godfather of this white boy rap shit
Speak a different opinion and get kidnapped bitch
Classy, never flashy, epic shit
That I'm gonna spit til them alpha bits come get me
Richly blessed, who would've guessed
That I'd see my way through my 20's, I'm gonna die getting money
Hip-hop's waiting on a heart transplant
And I love her so much, I'd give her mine, and
Conduct surgery, fuck the jewelry
Do you before you have a chance to do me
And leave it in the hands of a judge and jury
What I gave his bitch ass was a piece of the fury
I'm angry, they say I'm not the same me
My money changed them, and then they changed me
All night, counting different denominations
Carpel tunnel, in the game no worker's compensation
Real talk, I'm measuring my conversation
Weighing them so I know what they're worth when I'm saying them
The word man, I've got syllables and nouns
Ten years ago, you've might've found some pounds
But now the mic's the strap
The banks the scape
The crew's still the crew
But my rhymes are weight
I'm no fuck boy, I erupt volcanic
Should've learned your lesson about not listening, Bin Laden
Madden ain't the pros, Myspace ain't the industry
That line's gonna have a lot of people pissed at me
I'm destiny, I'm the fate of hip-hop
KRS move his mouth, I'm gonna open him up
Show improve, I live and die by the drive-by
Easier to find than wi-fi
Y'all SCI-FI, but I'm down to earth
Y'all nerds who don't know what a pound is worth
Never worked a vacuum sealer, boy stop lying
You're not a hustler, young pimpin', you a client
Buying more drugs than you ever sold
You a junkie on the low from what I was told
I'm back and I'm going in on anything lookin' at me
Exactly what the game needed, open hand smacking
Wake up, I'm bout to shake up shit
God forbid you wake up in the middle of it
Like, What the fuck?
Mother fucker don't move
There ain't a mother fucker in this room I won't do
This is the return of the big ass white boy
Back with my head right
Still ain't got caught dead, red light
Fight, fight, fight, fight (echoes)
Until there's nothing left to fight about
If tonight's the night, fuck it then I'm going out
It's been a long time, I shouldn't left you
Without some white boy shit to rep to
UHHHH!!!!
These lyrics are from Haystak's song "Been a Long Time". The lyrics are a reintroduction of Stak's persona and his past experiences, giving an insight about how he started in the music industry from the bottom to the top. He explains how he has been making money from his appearance on tracks for a long time while cheap rappers try to push their music on the public without much success. Stak also reveals some of his struggles—from being broke and heartbroken in the past, to being involved in criminal activities such as drugs, guns, and violence. Stak also talks about the limitations of the justice system that allowed him to portray his story without any would-be legal ramifications.
Line by Line Meaning
Now allow me to reintroduce myself
I'm introducing myself again because I've changed and I want people to know the new me
My name Stak, and from way way back
I've been around for a long time and have been known as Stak
I've been getting paid for my appearance on track
I've been paid for my contributions to music tracks
You a clearance rack rapper, ballin' on a budget
You're a cheap rapper with low standards and minimal resources
Trying to push it on the public, but if that's you, fuck it
You're trying to get your music out there, but if that's all you've got, forget it
When I was broke, I smoked economic strain
I smoked cheap weed when I was poor
When I was heartbroken, I depicted the pain
I expressed my heartache through my music
Before the rap dope, I spoke cocaine
I talked about cocaine before I became a rapper
Al la mota, trucks, and planes
I mention different transportation methods and marijuana here
Truckers, pilots, guns, and violence
I mention people who engage in trucking, flying, guns, and violence
No airbags in it, probably used to be my shit
A car I used to own didn't have airbags
But I ain't driving, I had somebody drive it
I had someone else drive that car
Time passes on, gotta be so private
As time goes on, I need to be more cautious about what I say and do
The statutes of limitations allow me to tell you more about Jason
The statute of limitations has expired for me to talk about something related to Jason
The story, the saga, not guilty your honor
I'm referring to a legal situation that I was found not guilty in
The man behind the don, the whale off in the water
I'm talking about an influential person hiding in the shadows
The godfather of this white boy rap shit
I'm referring to myself as a major influence in the white boy rap scene
Speak a different opinion and get kidnapped bitch
I'm criticizing people who kidnap others for having a different opinion
Classy, never flashy, epic shit
I describe myself as classier than flashy and I make epic music
That I'm gonna spit til them alpha bits come get me
I'll continue to make music until the end
Richly blessed, who would've guessed
I've been fortunate in my life and people may not have expected it
That I'd see my way through my 20's, I'm gonna die getting money
I've survived my 20s and will continue making money until I die
Hip-hop's waiting on a heart transplant
The hip-hop industry is in need of a major change
And I love her so much, I'd give her mine, and
I care deeply about music and would sacrifice myself for it
Conduct surgery, fuck the jewelry
I'd rather focus on improving music than wearing flashy jewelry
Do you before you have a chance to do me
I advise people to be true to themselves before they try to copy me
And leave it in the hands of a judge and jury
If there are disputes, it's better to let the court system handle them
What I gave his bitch ass was a piece of the fury
I gave someone a piece of my anger
I'm angry, they say I'm not the same me
I'm upset that people say I've changed
My money changed them, and then they changed me
People close to me changed because of my wealth and then I changed too
All night, counting different denominations
I spent all night counting different amounts of money
Carpel tunnel, in the game no worker's compensation
I suffer from carpal tunnel syndrome from writing music, but there's no worker's compensation for music
Real talk, I'm measuring my conversation
I'm being careful about what I say
Weighing them so I know what they're worth when I'm saying them
I consider the value of my words before I speak them
The word man, I've got syllables and nouns
I'm skilled with words and use syllables and nouns to make music
Ten years ago, you've might've found some pounds
I was overweight ten years ago
But now the mic's the strap
Now, my microphone is my weapon
The banks the scape
I'm blaming banks for my problems
The crew's still the crew
My crew hasn't changed
But my rhymes are weight
My lyrics have become more important to me
I'm no fuck boy, I erupt volcanic
I'm not a weak person and I can be explosive
Should've learned your lesson about not listening, Bin Laden
I'm referencing an incident in which someone didn't listen and comparing them to Bin Laden
Madden ain't the pros, Myspace ain't the industry
I'm suggesting that video games and social media aren't the true industry leaders
That line's gonna have a lot of people pissed at me
I know that what I said in the previous line will anger many people
I'm destiny, I'm the fate of hip-hop
I believe I'm meant to be influential in hip-hop
KRS move his mouth, I'm gonna open him up
I'm challenging another rapper to a battle
Show improve, I live and die by the drive-by
I must show my worth and ride-or-die for my crew
Easier to find than wi-fi
I'm saying I'm easy to find
Y'all SCI-FI, but I'm down to earth
People are too fantastical, but I'm realistic
Y'all nerds who don't know what a pound is worth
Some people don't know the true value of things
Never worked a vacuum sealer, boy stop lying
I'm implying that someone is lying about their life experiences
You're not a hustler, young pimpin', you a client
You're not a true hustler, you're just a customer
Buying more drugs than you ever sold
You're buying more drugs than you're actually selling
You a junkie on the low from what I was told
I've heard you're secretly addicted to drugs
I'm back and I'm going in on anything lookin' at me
I'm back and ready to confront anything that's in my way
Exactly what the game needed, open hand smacking
The game needed someone to smack it open-handed
Wake up, I'm bout to shake up shit
I'm about to make some major changes
God forbid you wake up in the middle of it
I don't want someone to wake up and realize they've missed something important
Like, What the fuck?
They might react in horror
Mother fucker don't move
I'm telling someone to stay still
There ain't a mother fucker in this room I won't do
I'm willing to do whatever it takes to succeed
This is the return of the big ass white boy
I'm making a comeback as a white rapper with a lot of influence
Back with my head right
I'm back, focused and rational
Still ain't got caught dead, red light
I haven't died or lost momentum yet
Fight, fight, fight, fight (echoes)
A call to continue fighting
Until there's nothing left to fight about
I'll keep fighting until there's no more reason to
If tonight's the night, fuck it then I'm going out
If tonight's the night I die, I'm okay with that
It's been a long time, I shouldn't left you
It's been a while since my last release
Without some white boy shit to rep to
Without any new music for white boys to listen to
UHHHH!!!!
A vocal exclamation to end the song
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