[Verse 1]
What happened to the music videos?
All I see is Jersey Shore and these stupid Diddy shows
Really though, get 'em on a different channel
You can soak up all the so-called reality you can handle
Because I don't give a sh** about the crib Nelly lives in
Or what's in his fridge, in his kitchen
It make me wanna turn off my television
It's all irrelevant bullsh**, man, I'm telling you
Can't stand the smell of it
I mean, really? What kind of world is this?
They give their time to Girlicious
Instead of giving it to legitimate artists
That work hard & put their world hearts in this sh**
I wish they could see that and bring the old MTV back
With no video's, it's like an empty weed sack - it's useless
So bring back the music, if y'all refuse to do it
We can always YouTube sh**, but still...
[Verse 2]
Now...
Video k**ed the radio star
And kids won't turn their stereo's on
Kids need something to view the auto-tune in
I write these words and bare my whole heart
Expose my soul over beats I flow on
And hope they evoke emotions
And open up ears that yesterday were roped off
Closed minds only pay attention to the co-signs
And clothing designs
While the op-pest dies
I hope that mine, can find in my home to rotate
I know, I don't quite fit the mode, no
But why should I live below the so-so's?
I won't swallow the soil of those holding the spoons
Forced down your throats
No...