Yeah, so we got the rap game in a frenzy now, huh? Real emcees. We're going back to lyrics. People care about rhymes now, huh?
What's raising the bar to somebody that can fly?
Well, I got some good news and I got some bad news. Good news is, I'm not rappin to this beat. Here's the bad news
Yeah! MOLA1. It's good news for me and it's bad news for the rest of you. I will not keep calm
Everybody shut the f** up
You got the right to remain silent and you need to exercise it
I'll ask for your undivided
I don't care if you're aspiring, conspiring, or just trying to rhyme things
I'm tired and your time's expiring
You lying motherf**ers all seem so see through
We all speak the truth, then why the f** don't we believe you?
You need more people. I see no evil
Hear me speak and see you're nowhere near my equal
Leave you bleeding where your heart'd be at
Blow out an artery rap, I am the sh**, this is colostomy rap
Y'all don't want to part of me rappin', it's hard to react
Lethal Weapon I'm too old for this sh**, crotchety rap
Part of me hates the rap game, it changed from the days when
People that act the same would get called out for their lame sh**
I ain't trying to be famous, I'm trying to make these rappers feel anxious
Rearrange sh** and tear up the pages
They hear what I recite in amazement, wonderin' why they would say sh**
Comparing what I'm writing with Les Mis
Wherever there's a mic and a stage is
Where I'll be in same biz, right on the marquee where the name is
Or catch me on the on the block, rooftop or the basement
On the same sh** that made 2pac write changes
The same reason Kennedy had died for a nation
I see y'all on the knoll all co*king and aiming
The Rocky of Hip-Hop is the name then
So for every Clubber and Creed, I've got a knockout waitin
I'll die for this art, it may not be what you want
It may have started in the Bronx but this is Martin at the Kronk
Yeah! MOLA1. It's good news for me and it's bad news for the rest of you. I will not keep calm