Ben Harrison - Mainstream lyrics

[Verse 1: The Etherealist] f** the mainstream on the real These mother-f**ers don't own a iota of sk**; what the deal? It's obvious these rappers just hit the jackpot It's pot luck: they was just the right time, the right spot Talking nothing but the same, old bullsh** Cars, bling and b**hes what they make a career with I'm f**ing pissed: they making milli's off of mixtapes sh**-scapes of waste that they just laid in six days f**ing dick-slaves bragging 'bout p**y earnt Can't even make it off the sofa cause they f** with purp Braindead; talking sh** on the beat Lobotomy rap; they lucky not to sh** in their sleep A million rappers k** the mainstream on the day-to-day It's cray. Who the f** is buying sh** put out by 2 Chainz? f**ing pay-per-verse rappers dropping Pop songs Lure 'em in with wack Trap beats and f**ing drop bombs [Hook: The Etherealist] f** the mainstream on the real f** a website that only back who got a deal f** all the half-a** rappers slash Pop-stars Underground forever; check who really drops bars f** the mainstream on the real f** a magazine whose ratings don't reflect sk** f** all the half-a** rappers slash Pop-stars Underground forever; we gone' take what's ours [Verse 2: The Etherealist] To all the phoney promos, magazines and websites Fronting like they love Hip-Hop and welcome any type Talking they support am' rappers from the start Don't expect to get a feature 'less you blowing up the charts And don't expect to get your mixtape on the front page That's fifty every day unless you signed to the majors, mate Won't take a chance on you until you break the f**ing States But I love Boom Bap: not in it for the f**ing pape's I don't f** with 808s; I f** with '90s tapes Whatever happened to the hot sh** from that decade? (So who the next to get it?) You dropping thug sh** now, they treat you like a leper Intelligent Hip-Hop got them running for f**ing shelter Wise up: the genre's dumbing down to mix with Pop music Mind-numbing sh** so the club-rats can bop to it So they can f** to it. Where the Hip-Hop heads? Where the kids who care about the stories from their idols' pens? [Hook] [Verse 3: Genocide] I'm a heavyweight: high up on the food chain Underground Geno keep it gully with no crew name No 'Lil', no 'Young'; never no Pop sh** Never sold my soul for some paper in my pocket We here to make you wake up from your daydream Keep my ear below the street; f** the mainstream You never hear Genocide on your airwaves Cause when I rock the mic, I spit to make your head raise I'm that big Balkan you might'a heard about More than music: my movement is word-of-mouth I've been around for a minute: I'm a veteran Ever since '98, my sk** set been evident Kept it relevant; grown-man raps Only Boom Bap beats when I preach to you cats Call it a relapse; I'm back with that grade-A Drug rap for your brain; NZ to the UK [Hook]