[Verse 1] The rap game is in a state of emergency you heard me It's not hypothetical it needs medical surgery Its hurt its bleeding on me my shirt is turning burgundy It told me go murk the people that tried to murder me So this is goes out to all you wack rappers and Stan's What's a Stan a hella obsessed dick riding fan This is for hip-hop I'm making this known today Cause I'll have nothing to live for (if you go away) This is for predictable fickle individuals That only bump the radio and listen to sh** in intervals Stupid pitiful people whose minds are quite minuscule And only play certain songs cause it's the cool thing to listen to Its habitual you need to quit this ritual It's critical go on and play some sh** that sounds original These criminals k**ing Hip-Hop need to go today It'll be a better place (if you go away) [Chorus X2] If Hip-Hop is to ever succumb one day The sun rays will be done and run away There will be nothing but darkness even on summer days (then you might as well take the sun away) [Verse 2] I'm about to rewind time back to the 90's Or maybe the great 80's when no one was biting Now days all these rappers are always dick riding But I'm like a scribe I take my time when I'm writing Plus rappers are lying and they're bad actors The rap games a trash can that's full of candy rappers Sweet ba*tards get crumpled up and thrown away I think we'd all like it (if you go away) Lets skip ahead to like 2005 when Lyrics and rhyming really started declining To me the mainstream scene seemed to be dying And by 2006 no one was even trying 2007 to 08 s**ed dick Just a bunch of auto-tune and f**ing club hits I've had enough of this, so let's hope it blows away Hip-Hop will be better off (if you go away) [Chorus] [Verse 3] I hate it when fake gimmick rappers get in this Cause dipsh**s get wind of it and get with it within minutes But up against me it's murder first degree for instance They yellow tape the scene but no need for forensics But in this business if a dude is truly fake They get their 15 and go back to making mixtapes And that's a fact there's nothing more to say Cause no one gives a f** (if you go away) Whatever I'm spitting that sh** is reality Whenever you spitting that sh** is a fallacy I'm tired of these dumb f**s who got nothing to say Your minds are already clouded so take the f**in sun away When Hip-Hop dies it'll be buried in the underground Where we have full control no one telling us to dumb it down I'm in the zone I'm known as Hip-Hop's protégé I'll still be spittin even (if you go away) [Chorus]