Taura Taylor Mendoza a.k.a T-Love is a LA-based female MC of the undergroun… Read Full Bio ↴Taura Taylor Mendoza a.k.a T-Love is a LA-based female MC of the underground hip-hop scene. She is the founder of Rumble/Pickininny Records, which released Jurassic 5's classic debut, the Jurassic 5 EP, and then her own The Return Of The B-Girl EP; both of the albums have caused much attention and praise amongst underground hip-hop heads everywhere.

Wanna-Beez
T-Love Lyrics

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[T-Love]
Tired of all these wanna-beez
Get away

Plates, nobody knows the name, nobody knows the pain
The fame's last on list
Can't get paid with mic in the syst'
Gotta roll with a goal that swells the pole

These stories are told, when I was like
Ten why-years old, won't be mad if it don't go gold
I could gives a fuck
Still cut my zit, and gives it all to soul
I rocks the mic, like, dyke, hypes, like, pipes
Who got the style, type, like, this, tight, type, tyke?
I'm stronger than straight with no chase
Emcees I step to's like a staircase
Kick em to the bottom like BASS
Let that ink sink into your vellum
Open up your eyes then I swell em

[Chorus: (T-Love) Chali 2na]
(Oh, ah, oh oh ah, oh, ah ah)
Wanna-Beez emcees, think they make cheese
"Would you like to be a part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?"
(Oh, ah, oh oh ah, oh, ah ah)
Wanna-Beez I sees, pretend they make G's
"Would you like to be a part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?"

[Chali 2na]
Yo some of you brothers be livin lavishly
But it's a travesty
You're selling millions of records
But you a crab emcee
Faking hard as a rock, you just a wimp man please
Your crew is a circus act of chim-pan-zees
There's a disease in your lecture
Lacking extra texture, what you flex neglects to wreck
Got ta execute you pile; and boot the file
When I shoot the style I'm giving root canals
Now which of you punks be amongst me
To let the funk free, I keep my composition junk free
Consistently, like your monthly
Plus I'm scent free, wack emcees can not hunt me, down
Kicking freeze in the sound booth
Wanna-beez, be on they knees to get down
Truth be told, the proof we hold, woke the old
When they made me into an emcee, they broke the mold
Like that

[Chorus]

[T-Love]
No time's narrowing
I don't be flipping with the heroin, like Errol Flynn
See I can fly, high up in the sky
Have track marks, all up on my thigh, but why?
Cause Baton Rouge blues, don't compare
To Malibu, you, can have anything you choose
Yet you all up in this be girl's news
Trying to wear shoes
All up in my mix, waiting for the opportunity
To transfix, to culturist
You want to-be down with the, crews and clicks
But, you can't kick it, why? He's a punk bitch
Jocking Wu-Tang, don't know new slang
Mad cause you can't hit black pu-tang
All be -Boys and Girls will soon see
That you are, a, want to, be

[Chorus: x2]

[Chali 2na]

Want to-Beez emcees, they aim to please
2na Fish and T-Love, like that

Overall Meaning

The song "Wanna-Beez" by T-Love featuring Chali 2na is a commentary on the state of the hip-hop industry where there are many insignificant rappers trying to mimic the style of successful artists. The song conveys the message that being a rapper is not just about fame and money but portraying authentic experiences and struggles. The lyrics describe the frustration T-Love has with these wannabees who are just faking their image to be part of the music culture, and the frustration that comes from not getting the recognition he thinks he deserves. In the song's chorus, Chali 2na remarks how some musicians pretend to 'make cheese' and 'make G's,' trying to lure people into their 'fantasy.' He also calls out fraudulent emcees who think they are hard but are merely 'a wimp man.'

The song's verses contain a mix of youthful nostalgia and modern-day experiences as it touches on T-Love's past and the trials he faced through the years. The music video features clips of T-Love performing in various locations with intriguing visuals that complement the song's themes. The song is a product of T-Love's dissatisfaction with the hip-hop scene, and it's a wake-up call to fellow musicians that being a successful rapper is not just about present fame and fortune but authenticity.

Line by Line Meaning

Plates, nobody knows the name, nobody knows the pain
The struggles and hardships that I have gone through are unrecognized and unknown to the world.

The fame's last on list
Becoming famous is not my top priority.

Can't get paid with mic in the syst'
Being an MC isn't always profitable.

Gotta roll with a goal that swells the pole
I have to pursue goals that are meaningful and fulfilling to me.

These stories are told, when I was like Ten why-years old
I've had these aspirations since I was young.

Won't be mad if it don't go gold, I could gives a fuck
I'm not concerned about commercial success.

Still cut my zit, and gives it all to soul
I put my heart and soul into my art, regardless of recognition.

I'm stronger than straight with no chase
I have confidence in my abilities as an MC without needing validation or external factors.

Emcees I step to's like a staircase, Kick em to the bottom like BASS
I defeat and surpass other MCs with ease.

Let that ink sink into your vellum, Open up your eyes then I swell em
My lyrics are meant to make an impact on my audience in a meaningful way.

Wanna-Beez emcees, think they make cheese
Those who want to be MCs only focus on financial gain.

"Would you like to be a part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?"
Their approach to entering the industry is superficial and insincere.

Pretend they make G's
They pretend to have financial success and money.

Yo some of you brothers be livin lavishly
Some MCs appear to be living a luxurious lifestyle.

But it's a travesty, You're selling millions of records
It's a shame that success in the music industry is often determined by record sales.

But you a crab emcee, Faking hard as a rock, you just a wimp man please
Many successful MCs lack authenticity and real skill.

There's a disease in your lecture
Their music is empty and has no real substance.

Lacking extra texture, what you flex neglects to wreck, Got ta execute you pile; and boot the file
Their music is lacking depth and I need to surpass and defeat them.

Wack emcees cannot hunt me down
Lesser MCs cannot match my skills or find me in terms of skill.

No time's narrowing
I don't have time to waste on superficial matters or negative energy.

I don't be flipping with the heroin, like Errol Flynn, See I can fly
I don't involve myself in dangerous behavior like drug addiction, I'm focused on my craft and my goals.

All up in my mix, waiting for the opportunity, To transfix, to culturist
Many people are trying to use me for their own benefit or to align with certain cultural groups.

You want to-be down with the, crews and clicks, But, you can't kick it, why? He's a punk bitch
People who try to join certain groups or cultures often lack the skill or authenticity required to truly belong.

"Like that"
This is how it is, plain and simple.

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Written by: CHARLES L. STEWART, MILES TACKETT, TAURA A. P. TAYLOR

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