[ Featuring The Clueless ]
It's a paper landscape
That's made up of damn fakes
Inflate how much they make
And vacate for play
Words without weight
They say that they're doing great
But when I grab ya hand it breaks
I'll save my handshakes
When they stack crates of quaint lines that lack taste
The same topics, copy paste, ya phat rhymes have cracked waist
No foot to stand on, no print from when ya hands on
Wrapping up themselves so that they can slap a brand on
No matter where you stand from they're interchanging
Fame over integrity, switchin for wages
Written A.I pages, thinkin it's the answer
But I'd rather be broke than hold my hands up
It's a paper landscape
That's made up of damn fakes
Inflate how much they make
And vacate for play
Words without weight
They say that they're doing great
But when I grab ya hand it breaks
I'll save my handshakes
Cuz I refuse to rally empty calories
I'm tallying ya fallacies and you keep spitting shallowly for salary
How you gonna rattle me? they keep firing silencers
I let the arrow speak, narrow reach
Cuz ya bars are f*ckin weak, nothing to teach
If depth was ever measured by step then you'd be sparrow's feet
The harrowed beats the shallow's reap in due time, the shallow's got no back bone
Put simply; longevity comes from actin' grown
