Hook (Devoseph):
It's always so mainstream
It's always the same thing
All y'all just replaying
What all y'all keep on saying [x2]
Bridge (Devoseph):
So turn your point to hip-hop [x2]
Verse 1 (Devoseph):
I'm so sick of hearing the clicks and the cheerin'
Of the depiction in the mirror when listenin' to the lyrics
You're not a thug, you don't do d**
You do give 2 f**s with your 2 cents, huh?
Is that really what you're callin' music? Here comes a lunatic
Every time it comes on I have to pause it or mute it
I won't fall for a nuisance who claims they ball every few seconds
Before you lose that head of yours, Imma teach y'all a few lessons
Drugs, deal you, women, steal you
Guns, k** you, nothin', heals you
You were brought up with the mind state
That you needed to be another stat in the crime rate
You even copy every single thing that I say
Because you've been copying Lil Wayne since before the Carter V days
He usually f**s you sideways, with this sunshine that you can't even take away
When the sky's grey, you might say
I'm such a hypocrite, but you really need to listen in
I'll fix an ambitioned mix of rappers, I'm like Eminem
"slicka Slim Shady, I'm sick of him"
Y'all just picnickin' on every single one of his victims, kids
Go back before Snoop got sick of gin
Before Ellen DeGeneres got sick of men!
Bridge (Devoseph):
So turn your point to hip-hop
Hook (Devoseph & Afronaut):
It's always so mainstream
It's always the same thing
All y'all just replaying
What all y'all keep on saying [x2]
Bridge (Devoseph & Afronaut):
So turn your point to hip-hop (turn your point to hip-hop [x2])
All y'all just replaying
What all y'all keep on saying (turn your point to hip-hop [x3])
Hook (Devoseph & Afronaut):
It's always so mainstream
It's always the same thing
All y'all just replaying
What all y'all keep on saying [x2]
Verse 2 (Afronaut):
Uh, turn your point to hip-hop
And I'll make you hear everything as every single disc drops
Hah, you won't be saying nothin' when in the air you've heard 3 pops
Of gun shots towards the blood clots of the moon aiming to k** industry disc jock's
With big co*ks and big balls to fight back against a straight flock
Of wicked cops with gangsta props and movements like an alien crop
A murdering drop right near a pit stop might have you falling off like lottery slots
Smokin' the pot, dissing these thots, of the mainstream, yeah we hating, on these big shots
Just f** off Iggy, you here today and gone tomorrow
You causing sorrow in the hearts of many children
Telling them to look and act fake just to get a million
A gazillion of women look up to you just like a demigod
But you're really not, just another who*e of hip-hop, a federal fraud
I pray out lawd that all of these flawed people that are brainwashed by the media
Get help with themselves, mind, body, and soul, and hope they don't got hemiplegia
Hook (Devoseph & Afronaut):
It's always so mainstream
It's always the same thing
All y'all just replaying
What all y'all keep on saying
Bridge (Devoseph & Afronaut):
So turn your point to hip-hop (turn your point to hip-hop [x3]) [x2]
So turn your point to hip-hop!