Sketch Tha Cataclysm - To Whom Lyrics

I ain't one to joke with
Forty verses out before you toke and the smoke hits
Sad bastard, all stuttered, no focus
Never been clever, you're hopeless with them broke lips
Choking their way through a free on your broke mix
Nodding through your 16 and begging for a coke binge
Oh the tragedies that raps produced
No talent addict rapping hiding in a swagger suit
And just think nowadays they're mass-produced
A nation of drooling fools, a who's who of laughables
And now its even faster with the broadband
Mp3's pushed by the board to award stands
A whore's land, airwaves in an idiot's ward's hands
The conscious to the wayside and only dealt the flawed hand
Aww man don't get me started on the bullshit
Mr. begging-for-a-12-step has got me on the pulpit
First rule: don't know shit, don't pull shit
Keep that trigger silent, keep a steady balance
No amount of trees is ever subbing for the talent
No amount of syrup's ever made a junkie valid
Put us on the table, minus label and the dollars
For promotion, have consumers go and take the pepsi challenge
Nine out of ten are going with the man here
So stand clear, sit and shut your mouth or sip a damn beer
Matter of fact sleep it off 'til tomorrow
Wake and catch a buzz off of drowning in your sorrow
A sobering reality, the royalties from bar codes
Swiped after re-coup ain't covering your car loan
Never mind the food, clothes, and casket
You sniffed away the rainy day you're hiding in your mattress
Last wits; put some spinners on that bad trip
Auto-tune that sad lisp from lips you kiss your dad with
Won't cover up the cuffs on your wack wrists
Realize the label check won't make it to your last bid
Last wish, last slumber, last rung
Made my goal in life to break you down to your last crumb
Now isn't that amazing
A weak man's defense is simply hollering I'm hating
Or that I might desire your position on the stages
Or the tax bracket addicts of your status have played in
Pondering. . . no thanks i'm fine
I'd rather leave a crowd with inspiration in their minds
Tearing down a stage and leaving memories behind
Exiting with gas money and a little peace of mind