Abscaand - Ill Street Blues lyrics

[Verse 1: Abscaand] Well, I seem to have contracted a certain type of illness That envelopes the area around Atlanta residents I like to call this the Atlanta Rapper Sickness Most of the people that this develops inside Can't seem to write a bar to save their lives, which is sad, really Coming from Outkast and B.O.B. to a bunch of nobodies Who depend on trap music to gain a following My pride, I'm told to be swallowing, but I won't Your flow is horrible, you need to be putting the mic down I miss a particular kind sound that you can't provide now Don't get me wrong, strip clubs don't wanna hear about politics and cop k**ings I'm not getting in my feelings, I'm just reminiscing On a period in time where you had to spit rhymes to get in this And you can't really blame those in the industry Cause people in the streets are insisting that you play these things Which explains why ___ is in constant rotation Because ___ dumbed down his flow to make hits Targeted to a specific demographic that doesn't care about lyrics Who will hear the garbage that he put out and praise it The rapper now has a radio hit, he thinks he made it He gets complacent, the taste of that mainstream money, he craves it For new rappers looking at this formula to duplicate it For every Cole and Kendrick, there's a million more that won't make it [Verse 2: Abscaand] Speaking of politics, alot of it is in the rap game, astonishing You're expected to play nice with artists, to prevent burning bridges But, my moral compa** finds fault in this practice I hate acting like I like somebody when I really don't Trust, me it'll show, so pack your bags and hit the door I will not be doing backflips or bending over backwards They messed up and let a real one in the business I hate snakes in the gra** and all of their intentions One-hit-wonders looking for that next extention In their careers, so they turn to desperate measures You might see them on a reality TV show Reading a script and acting stupid for some cash to blow Or in a music video with a car that they don't even own When you're not in the culture for the love, there's no telling What you might do for the fame, you're fiending for it Might even switch up your personality and start acting foreign The world can be so boring when you're a no one Then, you see these rappers touring while you're having no fun Monotonous, but there's no stopping this circle of life Everybody wants to be the Superman of their Metropolis But, not everybody has the work ethic, and that's what stopping them [Verse 3: Abscaand] Some people just can't handle the lack of attention Just look at child stars and their descent into madness And that's when a breakdown like Britney is in store Wearing a paper bag like LaBeouf cause you're not famous anymore Throwing a temper tantrum, the d** will work in tandem This seems to be the anthem for people held for ransom By their own devices because this life is too much to handle When you lack a stable childhood, you tend to fly off of it Then, we all watch you plummet into the pit that you created You become hated, but there's devices to help you ease the pain When the weight of this life is weighing heavy on your brain Let's see, there's pills, d** can k** Rope will choke you with your own chain of thought Laymen's terms, depression got you Grab that Glock, fire that shot Wait, stop! Your brain will paint the pavement an ill street blue