These spittas are wack, I hop in the mix and I pick up the slack, it’s often they gettin The Way into that, with the pen to the pad, I’m flippin the rap, show you the flip, it’s no difficult task, number one hit with no bridge or a hook, and the haters is mad, scared to look, where is the passion? the talent I push on the masses, and banishin rappers, I’m leavin em shook, back in the action, I keep it authentic, and never be actin, and that’s all a part of the mission to switch up the way that we look at the world, when I’m spittin the words, I gauge your rеaction, then waves crashin, surf, infinite phrasе snappin, verses unlimited, play it back, and they all in bewilderment in fact, awestruck, and taken aback, when I rap out the sentences, it’s a habit that if you in the wrong mental state it can be hard to manage, so simpletons will tend to seek relief through all the drugs the government has manufactured, and distributed, told you this pill is the answer, to all your ailments, the proven remedy to cure your insecurities, pharmasuitably, raking in profits off A.D.H.D lunacy, I fluidly, pop off on topics like I’m the head of the conference, I’m fuckin fed up with nonsense, so know we keepin it conscious, you betta leave if you talkin shit, I ain’t involved wit no novice, or no pompous degenerate, bitch I benefit all us, I’ve been sparkin the spittin to get delivery flawless, bumpin Pac in the hallways, I keep the confidence solid, I get to spreadin the knowledge, and then get mobs of them followin, and then they often acknowledge that this a God in the process of freein thought with a real strong pace I face problems that involve all the human race, so watch what you do and think, or you’ll be caught up in the loop and doomed to be the same, fuck that, ima do my thing, trust that because these other mothafuckas in they dunce caps can’t even seem to put a little sense into a single sentence, let alone begin to seek forgiveness for this mumble rap atrocity, thesefuckin fools have got the audacity to trash the rap industry
You gotta be kidding me
Realest emcee in the building so they gotta be feelin me, bottling cosmic energy, battling rap enemies, sendin em back whimpering, hickory dickory dock spitters have gotta quit it they simple speak is mothafuckin weak admit it
And naw I ain’t involved with the tik tok pop garbage, the shit is ignant
Got these kids sayin’
Fuck you Mom I’m flexin, I don’t need your love, I just need my percocets and lean I wanna be a thug, feel the drugs
Upload em to my story, show em I’m the real plug
Only real thing about you is that you real dumb
Real recognize fake, if you ain’t then say some, cuz I ain’t heard a thing but a bunch of mumble bass drums, wake up
Yo those who woke solely tryna stay up, cuz the mentality stay numbed, reality fades, same shit, same day, is the way that you stay hung up on, til you get the fuck on, realize all that shit is for the weak minded, when we writin, keep alight and rise above all
Keep a light, ignite the bud strong, No I am not the type to front on
What does life and light depend on?
The blend just right and heightened vision
The truth man kind got conquer syndrome
Pollute our land you might get picked off, ya god damn right I’m fuckin pissed off
They count they stripes, with Nike kicks on
What would do for a like ? The mindset big dumb, startin to feel like we up in a sunken abyss huh?
No trust in the system
I’m cuttin all ties to the simps son
I’m fed up with lies cuz it’s injust
They admire the shit, I am in disgust
Like expired shit growin some mold dust
The balance cannot be achieved if the people don’t learn to adapt or adjust
Don’t be dappin me up if you ain’t really active, you give me a chance and your larynx is cracked with a chop, like kya!
You don’t wanna get up on my bad side, nah!
Wack emcees bring a bad vibe
Yah!
Bet that you was thinkin it would last right? Ha!
Packin magazines on a killin spree thinkin that he’s fly like a magpie
Oh you know, “that guy,” this is where yo whole identity trap life, where mothafuckas quick to flash artillery on sight
But really it’s all hype, watch at the concert they lack on delivery all kinds
Where is the passion ? hip hoppin ain’t over, I don’t need a chorus, I murder the loop, my brain is a database storin the truth
And today on the airwaves that shit is uncommon that’s why it sounds foreign to you
How can we rise undivided and prove that we have what it takes to evade our doom, ?
Start something new
Maybe spare our troops...
For once...
This what I do for you
This who I am, for us
