J-zone - I'm Sick Of Rap lyrics

[Intro: Chief Chinchilla] (Zone) Aw sh**, yo Zone, across the street (What?) Yo RAPPERS! {Wannabe Rappers} TIK-KA Represent, keep it real, boom bap Take it back to '94, yaknahmsayin REAL hip-hop! I'ma take it back to '94, yaknahmean Yeah, that's what I'm sayin, boom bap... {Yo this is Swagmaster Bacon, I got BARS, I got mad gunmetal for ya Yaknahmsayin BARS, 8 bars, 16 bars, 16s' 16s', yo mad gunmetal...} Yo, all you motherf**ers are wack! Shut the f** up! SHUT UP! I would say go work at the post office but I don't want you muh'f**ers deliverin my mail (Haha!) Yo Zone (Yeah?) You gotta address this sh** I hate rap, I hate it! I HATE IT! [J-Zone] Talk about rap around me if you wanna be ignored I'd rather hear bluegra**, f** it I'm bored Every time I turn around, I gotta hear tracks Some textbook scratch hook, boom bap With a drum machine scared of 115, chop kick snare 88 BPM If your Facebook post in all caps about bringin rap back to the real, we can't be friends Every f**in verse is 16 bars 4 bar hooks, repeats'll make it 8 I'd rather hear Birdman rap about his 16 cars or play me some Michel'le and masturbate You say you got bars, can't write a song Accapella insults 20 minutes long Every Generation X wanna take rap back to '88 But can't seem to remember what made it so great Ain't nobody back then wanna take it back to '79, so f** a 90s' revive! ("Yo, I got my Columbia Rain suits on, I'ma take it back to '94") {"n***a, you're 47 years old! Get outta here!!"} 'Til I see payphones in use or you can find a job in a triple fat goose It's 2015, rap's segregated and all my rap peers say I ain't gonna make it (Yo Zone, you gotta tour!) Motherf**er, what for?! I'm damn near 40, sleepin on somebody living room floor?! (I need shows! Can I be a part of your crew??) n******g, please! Take a 360 deal and keep truckin The only muh'f**er not doin NO shows Put my sh** on BandCamp for the fans and say fu*k it! ("Can't wait to go South by Southwest to s** off writers for blog love Perform for other rappers and go home broke") {"GET A JOB, SWAGBOY~!"} Y'all all on Twitter (Yo, we up in the lab!!) Fans talkin bout, "You and him should collab" You say cool, but you just saw him last week at some dick-s**in industry event and didn't speak I HATE that we can't be cool with each other without sayin we gon' do a f**in song together Get along, whatever! Leave it at that fu*k what the fans want, our relationship is lukewarm Rap needs to get its Luke on +Pop That p**y+ behavior and move on So in a nutshell, I'm sick of rap! Sick of nostalgia of bringin it back f** doin collabs with cats you don't like No trap and a boom bap and a cuffin the mic Underground rap is a po' man's mainstream Not a hater, bro fel**tio's a lame thing fu*k rap! Play Vic Damone and when it's done, play Elvin Jones, I'm sick of rap! ("Yo son, let's collab, I got 16s' 16s', real hip-hop, son!") I'm sick of rap! ("All the experts say it's all about tours, so can I sleep on your floor, Mr. Promoter?") I'm sick of rap! ("Yo son, it's all about blog love, you ain't on the blogs, you ain't relevant") I'm sick of rap! ("Well I don't sample compilations, I only sample originals") {"Yeah and ya sh** still su*kS!"} Sick of this sh** yo, f** it, let's make disco {*beat changes*} [Outro: Chief Chinchilla] (Zone) Haha, that's pretty clever, man I like that (Oh you like that sh**, don't you, man?) Word up (Word up) Wanna know somethin though, Zone? (Wa**up?) On the real... I roll with disco, you know why? (Why's that, cousin?) Cause I rather f** with bell bottoms than bullsh** Hahaha! (Hahaha! I hear that, word up!) Ah.. (Ah..) {*both*} f** rap!