Rashid Kay - Elephant In The Room lyrics

Let me take my time to address the elephant in the room All this fake intelligence will be doomed Irrelevant pretty soon f** my mother tongue, I speak my mind Emceeing is believing so it's more than just meets the eye You're just a DJ, can't rap - can't produce, how the f** the song's yours? You culture vultures in the game for the wrong cause Hip Hop is going down the drain One n***a had a hit, now your whole label sound the same I don't like none of this weak sh** You should have died instead of Mizchif I'm a true Jozi n***a and a loyal citizen You're just a boy who visitin I know them serial k**ers Who can rape you and sell your body parts to traditional healers Rashid be the sick typa kid that spit venom Talk sh** you get hit with a canon What you know about them n***as who like Pulling the triggers and knives Thinkin they bigger than life For me to take shots, first you gotta be on my league Your sh** ain't dope, so I get high on my E Yo! I'm from the zone where clones get chromes in they domes for they phones Out of proportion, bubblegum rappers get blown It's 011 on the clock, that means your time's up No I don't do d**, I only go to your show just to sniff your line up Ya n***as need to shut your p**y lips Before you get bruised by the Uzzi clip Futsek jou gaat, you wack as f** and relying on publicity stunts I'mma shove a double-barrel in your sh**ty c*nts Then I change my name from Rashid - call me Jub Jub - I'm k**in these kids I respect a few but not you - I ain't feelin your sh** When I'm not rappin, I be stuck in the office I had s** with a female cop just to fu*k THE POLICE When the dog is in the house, I don't think them cats ready I got it on LOCK, now headz DREAD me I be the Black Hitler k**in n***as for they Jewish I finger f** your girl and let you smell vaginal fluid 90% of these MCs be beyond repair, there's no hope for recovery Marijuana for the room service - dope delivery When they give me props talkin about "Rashid you're awesome", I be like "Look at my chick" Dawg, you are what you eat Fake thugs talk a lotta sh** but never showin up A Mozambican steppin over the landmine has a better chance of blowin up You got beef cause I cut the bull With your fake gold chain while I drop the j**el Somebody tell these sweet n***as I rap hard Plus I carry heavy metal, now my waist is like a scrapyard You internet thugs are just a buncha cowards You deserve 4 shots in the shower Close range, point blank to your brain - feel the 9 rhythm Even though I took a head shot, they still couldn't ID him You rappers selling 40 units and you're number 1 on iTunes Then you brag about it, posing like a tycoon You couldn't see the cash flow if you saved your money on the river bank Twitter followers and bank balance ain't equivalent A compiler is a DJ n***a that doesn't know sh** Either you pay for airplay or you blow his dick If all this bubblegum is the answer... Then it was a stupid question!