[Verse 1: Testa]
Rapping ain't hard as long as you can survive the lyrics I'm about to put you through no one ever thought that I could rap considering the fact that I'm not black that's stereotypical and real whack I wreck the lyrics I put on my tracks, I'm never gonna, be making stacks gotta get a job that pays real cash, most rappers, they just slack, waitin' for someone to hand them a check. I wanna be just like Tech, Strange, I'm never gonna change, my flow's deranged the game is drained, how am I supposed to explain? These mainstream rappers are so lame I blame their name for changing the game, They should be ashamed of what they became, I refrain, all this pain, and hope that rap, can be saved, I don't even get paid but I work on this like a slave. I do this shit day to day, listen to me with a daze I swear you'll be amazed
What do I gotta do to get through to you Insomnia got me up all night anoxia makin my words sound light why does my rap sound too polite my rhymes never make me satisfied I wonder how much I can apply before my rap is nullified but at least I don't sound like 2 Chainz, I sound like I have a brain, I don't want to always complain, but thats what's wrong with rap today. People look up to these imbeciles, that rap about what they steal and who they killed, Let's speed it up I will
Your borderline rhymes are asinine, mine are fine cuz they age like fine wine imma dine on your lines so you better resign. Intense flow, just dyin to know, am I ever gonna whoa someone, grow bigger I just begun, that slow flow bro what a low blow can't even keep up with the pros yo
I'm back on the track gonna win a gold plaque mainstream wack let me jack that crap cuz my bars will attack so don't get smacked and ya'll get no slack cuz your rhymes all lack, I'm maniac unpack a mac out my backpack, gimmie the loot put it all in the bag you run up on me and you'll get toe tagged, got an extra mag for every single swagfag. What happened to hip hop? all the skill dropped, lovin the beat but the lyrics are slop, go get a day job, grab a mop, gettin so hot I ain't ever gonna stop till I'm at the top spittin flames in the game, ain't no shame making a name for myself, getting no wealth being put up on a shelf gotta make it in the world with the cards that I was dealt, no one ever really cared how I felt, maybe all I needed was a little bit of help but I'm still at the bottom tryin to blossom into stardom and to start em imma start to speed up with my flow, quit with the slow flow that's a big no no get a little faster like I took a hit of coco ya'll don't know what I can show on the low low, radio just wants to make dough, paid by artists that can't keep a flow, What a low blow they're considered pros, artists like me really need to grow, It's scary though what ya'll bump on your stereo. I'm here for you giving up all my spare time, hoping one day people will like my rhymes, gotta work hard earn every dime, turnin bars into ladders you know I'm gonna climb
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Ain't gonna stop until I'm at the top, givin every single bar that I got, waiting for the day I'm being put on the spot, giving you everything that I brought
With me there's no minimum workin for some millions all these rappers be blending in like chameleons not just another general civilian on my own mission pay attention take your ritilin, Killa on the mic murder the opposition then, condition your ambitions not with your repetitionin, call up your physician and take your medication then, changing the game now watch my transitioning
This flow is sizzlin, sittin here scribblin, bringing everything that I need to start glistenin, gettin more people listenin is the dream, envisionin me being put on a team, I'm so unseen it's not even underground, society must frown upon these newer sounds, you better get down on your knees or ground, You're in the crossfire and I control this battelground
