I'm just wondering how far the industry feels that it has to go Every single one of these contestants are fake and the whole pageant knows Is there only one dream i can have as a goal, if so, i'll rap you to sleep and imagine a ghost, peekaboo, i'm inside of your dreams with my hands at your throat (era,era) I just rap as I go, I can put all of my fans in a row Count to 3, number em all and have as much fun as i can at a show Can't tell if you rappers are actually genuine or just acting a role But when i lie secretly to you, you will be the last one to know So what, you want to blow up and get you a fan base Get beat and called a f*ggot so you can't even stand straight And take those little bars of yours and all of that damn swag And promptly get removed from the rap game Since you're the source of my frustration, I'm giving you no mics Apparently you pay unoriginality to ghostwrite I hope your rap career does the opposite of come live (swag, money, cars) Go die And you could be an astronomic apologist But it wouldn't change that I have a catastrophic intolerance For poor quality, I'm waiting on a rapper apocalypse I consider remaining anonymous an accomplishment You're bottoming out ‘cause you had one popular hit Losing your mind wondering what to respond to ‘em with You have no experience making songs that will get Anyone's attention but a mom and her kids Oh but what about this album that you promised to give They'll be listening like “Oh my god what is this?” You're garbage, that's where your music will end up in Just another one real rappers are fed up with As for the contest, may the best one win But if it's like last year, I'll end up disappointed so I'ma try to not get s**ed in I was featured last year, got positive feedback It was one of the best days of my life- can you believe that? Performing on stage with Swizzy and Hopsin Me, Hop, and Jarren getting Dizzy and nauseous I shout when I pray, “Please give me a conscience!” And I would tell the truth but I miss being honest I gave the rap game permission to remove the gag and breathe What happened to all of that theoretical integrity? Where'd all the labels go? All I see are fake agencies Whenever rappers start dying I promise they won't be tagging me Is it ironic that a lack of mad sk** is angrily Making me take to the paper, pen displaying insane beliefs Where did originality go these rappers are aimed to please I'm standing in the booth and from this view they look the same to me I'm so sick of hearing Kanye, Drake, Wayne, and Jay-Z are the greatest According to Nothing Was the Same, Holy Grail and Yesus, they're rapists And Wayne's whole repertoire is SMH, stop lying It's like all of our favorite influences are not trying You really think these men with no intelligence set a precedence Accepting whatever content and the context that he says it in You think you write prescriptions, then take a lesson in medicine Rap physician, welcomed to step on in to my desk and sit You're just such an incredibly uninteresting specimen You're not a rap god, a king or even a president Bragging can lead to dying slowly Even Kennedy and Lincoln found the concept of a**a**ination mind-blowing Bottom line, I want to hear lyricism I'm really hoping this year is different, but I fear it isn't You talk a lot of Shh about the battle until they send you in Bottom line, you lose if you're fake, but if you're genuine (you win)