[Verse 1]
The rap game is in a state of emergency you heard me
It's not hypothetical it needs medical surgery
Its hurt its bleeding on me my shirt is turning burgundy
It told me go murk the people that tried to murder me
So this is goes out to all you wack rappers and Stan's
What's a Stan a hella obsessed dick riding fan
This is for hip-hop I'm making this known today
Cause I'll have nothing to live for (if you go away)
This is for predictable fickle individuals
That only bump the radio and listen to sh** in intervals
Stupid pitiful people whose minds are quite minuscule
And only play certain songs cause it's the cool thing to listen to
Its habitual you need to quit this ritual
It's critical go on and play some sh** that sounds original
These criminals k**ing Hip-Hop need to go today
It'll be a better place (if you go away)
[Chorus X2]
If Hip-Hop is to ever succumb one day
The sun rays will be done and run away
There will be nothing but darkness even on summer days
(then you might as well take the sun away)
[Verse 2]
I'm about to rewind time back to the 90's
Or maybe the great 80's when no one was biting
Now days all these rappers are always dick riding
But I'm like a scribe I take my time when I'm writing
Plus rappers are lying and they're bad actors
The rap games a trash can that's full of candy rappers
Sweet ba*tards get crumpled up and thrown away
I think we'd all like it (if you go away)
Lets skip ahead to like 2005 when
Lyrics and rhyming really started declining
To me the mainstream scene seemed to be dying
And by 2006 no one was even trying
2007 to 08 s**ed dick
Just a bunch of auto-tune and f**ing club hits
I've had enough of this, so let's hope it blows away
Hip-Hop will be better off (if you go away)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I hate it when fake gimmick rappers get in this
Cause dipsh**s get wind of it and get with it within minutes
But up against me it's murder first degree for instance
They yellow tape the scene but no need for forensics
But in this business if a dude is truly fake
They get their 15 and go back to making mixtapes
And that's a fact there's nothing more to say
Cause no one gives a f** (if you go away)
Whatever I'm spitting that sh** is reality
Whenever you spitting that sh** is a fallacy
I'm tired of these dumb f**s who got nothing to say
Your minds are already clouded so take the f**in sun away
When Hip-Hop dies it'll be buried in the underground
Where we have full control no one telling us to dumb it down
I'm in the zone I'm known as Hip-Hop's protégé
I'll still be spittin even (if you go away)
[Chorus]