[Verse 1] We're at a time where complex tunes are degraded and hated Where OG's are constantly disrespected and faded When rapping like you got a dick in your mouth is preferred to the traditional spit and shout Every place I go all I hear is trap and drill Like i'm stuck in a construction site against my will And it's ironic cus' it's the destruction of the real mic k**ers All their hard work being drained down to the spitters The respect gained for the game lost in a split of a second I reckon it's time to teach these new top dogs a lesson And the only way to do that is by dropping bars harder then dropping a nuclear weapon Don't think i'm messin' cus' the mess after this mess ain't gon' be pleasant I'm puttin' my foot down and giving a present to the present My middle finger rapped in old school tunes and balloons To keep you distracted while i verbally f** you [Bridge] Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me [Verse 2] Listen in addition to what I just said Complex lyrical abilities are not just bred It's a mission where X can either lead you ahead Or leave you shaking your head in misbelief of- The dreadful properties needed to be validated an MC Don't think it's easy it ain't just about rhyming sleezy It's about combining, designing, defining your own art Being technical in each part but also keeping breezy Being yourself and not identical to other 3 G's From the wise words of Snoop D O double G Once you're you who can be you but you don't you see No matter how tempting it may be Proceed towards your goals and don't be afraid to take the leap Take it what you need and exceed to achieve higher then you perceive Stick to your roots and eventually you will succeed [Bridge] Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me [Verse 3] Complexity, it's been swept under the rug It's like the game had a vasectomy Simplicity is what they want Complain city, is what we have known to become And it's our duty to revive the game to what it once was Hip-Hop is dying due to these songs with hard beats and no bars And these mumble rappers talking about their b**hes and cars People listen to these motherf**ers and they end up becoming superstars Meanwhile you got young kids with great minds who are destined to shine Shunning from picking up a pen cus of these b**hes that can't even rhyme They're discouraged and their talent is wasted and pushed to the side Which allows these untranslated f**s to continue and thrive I don't care if I become hated this is how I feel inside The old school scene needs to be recreated So breathe the anger within you life And if i'm the only son of a pen that's going against them Be sure as hell i'm bringing f**ing redemption