Dissappeared (Bonus Track) Video (MV)

I don't know anymore
I've sat through so many flows
And I'm so over this show
So now I'm closing the door
I've been here year after year
It's like your living in fear
Why can't you look in the mirror
And see your soul isn't here
Disappeared

Ayo listen up, yall dropped the ball I'm bout to pick it up/
Pick ya favourite mumble rappers, make a list of em/
Now cross em out, every time you hear a sicker pun/
Or triple syllable son, lets see how quick your list is done/
I see the hit list, consider that your shit is bunk/
If your name start with 21, rich or lil, young/
Yachty be shunned, if Uzi a gun/
I hope he push it to his tongue and let it shoot through his skull/
I'm ruthless and numb, wondering what musics become/
You took the culture that we love and made it stupid and dumb/
The youth follow it cuz they just think it's cool and it's fun/
But who u think really influencing the dude witha buzz/
The radio spins, and YouTube views going up/
This is a marketing machine and you consumers are lunch/
They'll keep feeding on yah, teeth upon you, spewing it up/
Until the day you stop eating up there music that sucks/

I don't know anymore
I've sat through so many flows
And I'm so over this show
So now I'm closing the door
I've been here year after year
It's like your living in fear
Why can't you look in the mirror
And see your soul isn't here
Disappeared

I ain't mad at a rapper making tunes for the club
I ain't mad at em stacking making moola a bunch
I'm just saddened by the fact that you be chewing it up
And ain't a group up on the charts that keep it truer then us
I understand hearing a track and think it's good if it bumps
But that don't mean that u can fight cuz ur producer can punch
Gimme 1 round with any goof troop with a hunch
I pull his braids out and make him f*cking chew it for Pun
Break a tooth for Lamont, take his loot like I'm Big
Crack your writing arm, I bet it snap in two like a twig
If you don't respect the culture in the booth you a thief
And I ain't sitting back watching while you juvenile teens
Try and take away the game, and leave it ruined in pieces
Who would agree, the music that we grew to believe in's
Being preyed on by vultures, of the ruling elite
I'm watching hip-hop die, it's blood ooze on the street

I don't know anymore
I've sat through so many flows
And I'm so over this show
So now I'm closing the door
I've been here year after year
It's like your living in fear
Why can't you look in the mirror
And see your soul isn't here
Disappeared

So do I sound bitter and old, to these kids at my shows
If i admit that half the modern shit spit isn't dope
Can they relate to what I'm saying, get lit to my flow
If i don't slow it down or mumble, while I'm hitting some dro
Or sip on some lean, shit I mean is this the result
Of a culture people pissed on, and still it would grow
Are we staring at the monster, we invented to troll
The little kid we left alone, and made em sit in his home
In time it'll tell, will this or rhyme rhyming excel
Will i really fail? I'm wondering if i will amount
To something people value more then just some diamonds in mouths
I'm shining myself, but you don't see the light in my shadow
I'm dabbling back on this adderal, mad that i meant to battle yall
But half of yall are living out my dream, i should be proud of yall
And i just drown it down with alcohol, like its my down fall
Maybe I'm the one without the soul, but it don't matter yall

The only thing that I can do is bring it back to its feet
But if the fans don't carry it, ain't a chance to compete
It's time to take back real rap back over beats
It's either that or hit the trash and delete
Its Hip-Hop, we don't stand for defeat
And if you listening then maybe you don't have to agree
The only thing that I can do is bring it back to its feet
But if the fans don't carry it, ain't a chance to compete
It's time to take back real rap back over beats
It's either that or hit the trash and delete
Its Hip-Hop, we don't stand for defeat
If you listening then maybe you don't have to agree
It's Hip-Hop