Okay
Yeah
Listen, I think you're all missing the point
You're screaming in pain, you've been kicked in the groin
And you're flexing your wealth but your plan's getting foiled
So you show off your skill but your flow is unoiled
Woah!
Are you trying to put up a show?
Trying to confuse me by rhyming so dope?
No!
Man, I just think that you're so low!
Integrity's gone, you'll be making some dough, ya
I really do not understand what happened to rap
Tracks called hot back then are now called wack
Today everyone's busy showing off their skills
Pretty much comparing wieners to pay off their bills
Where's the passion? Where's the soul?
Where's the in-between of lyrical and mumble rap though?
If I make horror-core tracks, am I a mumble rapper?
Or am I lyrical if I complain from there on after?
Oh woah! oh woah! you're so misguided
Oh woah! oh woah! try to hide it
But you can't fight it
No, you can't fight it
Because it's all a lie
I really don't understand why you keep flexing your skills
I mean, it's not like it matters at this point, really
Ya
I don't think you understand why I'm so god damn angry
Thinking back to when I started making rap to fill the pantry
I improved a lot and now I'm comfortable with where the hell I am
Never felt the need to go further than that to gain one more fan
I won't talk about political issues and classes
I'm here to spit some bars about my crazy dangerous habits
How I kill imaginary characters until time passes
Making a song which harasses my own mind's gases
But oh no, this is a no-go
People tell me my music is so low, I hope so
I don't care what those wannabes say is acceptable
I do what I do until it's considered respectable
Leave your complaints, leave with your anger
Leave with disappointment, leave from there on after
Let me do what I do best, let me grow instead
Let me learn the hard way or I'll be swinging crudely back
Oh woah! oh woah! you're so misguided
Oh woah! oh woah! try to hide it
But you can't fight it
No, you can't fight it
Because it's all a lie