[Hook]
The mainstream spittin' sk**, those days are long departed
What is an MC now beyond a harmless target?
Just listen to 'em now, these fools are hardly starvin'
Their songs are artistry topped with a garbage garnish
Who's a real lyricist? Clearly they ain't near it
Clearin' their samples but never clearin' their lyrics
And this empirical evidence suggests they're weak and I hear it
Is it the beat that they're fearin'? We'll get 'em disa-ppeari-earin'
What spirit's appearin' in all the sh** you say anyway?
You're just mimickin' other b**hes and spittin' the same
Primitive sh** about dickin' a chick while you lit up a spliff and you finished a clip
And it's all while you sit on your millions of bills, you live in a ridiculous video game
That's great, so what if all the monotonous nonsense you talk about is true
Big shot dealer in a suit with loot? Wow, good for you
I'd rather listen to the outlet of a rappin' accountant crew
Who wanna rumble cuz somebody f**ed up on a W-2
At least guys like Biggie, Rae, and Jay all had somethin' to say
Every story portrayed rang true with each word they sprayed
Interesting, riveting, kept me listening for days
Brilliantly vivid and sk**ful, essentially everything you ain't
[Hook]
[Lish]
Whatever happened to rappin' that actually mattered?
Like The Message Straight Out of Compton makin' all the cops scatter
Or bein' Marshall Mathers talkin' about That Night in Albur
You Wonda Why They Call U b**h? Well here's the answer
[Smevz]
It's cuz you treat the craft like a pretty girl with a rich dad
Do and say the right things and there's cash to be had
Monosyllabic in practice because your pa**ion is absent
I've seen fat chicks with mattresses tied to their backs with more talent
f** the braggin', you're actin' like it's you that they're bumpin'
When really it's just the beat that they're feelin', you got nothin'
But these motherf**in' moneyhungry country bumpkins mumblin'
Over ba** farts, think they're way hard, but without 'em, they're just fumblin'
It's deplorable, horrible, like kiddie p**n made affordable
And exported to portable media player recordables
That's allegorical - just in case your brain's not supportable
It's common knowledge modern hip hop isn't exactly all oracles
[Hook]
I'm a - product of rockin' The Chronic, 2pac and honest concoctions
Wu-Tang and Onyx and Nas it's, hip-hop goin' off at its strongest
Taught me that stoppin's no option, tell y'all it's on, Sabotagin'
Forgot where y'all Lost your Wallet? We stompin' ALL you imposters
Warm It Up like Kane, flame the main stage, reclaim the game
We're takin' your paper and bangin' your dames, no babes, no bank, you'll have nothin' to say
My Melody tellin' me all about you fakes, how you're apin' the greatness and all sound the same
I could arrange orangutangs to come take your place, and from the flow nobody could study and notice the change
Y'all slack off, while I'm droppin' Black Thoughts
And if y'all don't grab on, it brings you to a fast stop
Like a blood - clot, really think your sh**'s hot?
Hate to Break it so fervent like Kurtis Blow, yo but it's not
I've been tryin' to like it, it gets all the kids bumpin'
But these guys are like Seinfeld, they rap about nothin'
And they admit it! The sh** they spit is so pitifully miniscule
For sake of riddlin', indolent, it deserves all the ridicule
[Hook] (1.5x)
Ah, f** it