Cause I'm killing every n-gga that
Try to be on my sh-t
Better cuff your chick if you with her
I can get her
And she accidentally slip fall on my d-ck
Ooops, I said on my d-ck
I aint really mean to say on my d-ck
But since we talking about my d-ck
All of you haters say hi to it
I'm Done
Walkin' closer to my final destination of death
When I'm layin' to rest, I'm only savin' my breath
The Northwest fills the lungs, heals the pain in my chest
It’s a shame that hip-hop has become the pit stop
For shit slop and yet we still encourage thoughtless
Musicians by begging to know when their next track will drop
If people took a minute to listen to the words these mainstream rappers are rappin’
They’ll see that they’re being fed empty lines straight from the trash bin
The media has made it close to impossible for people to find lyrical musicians
That use poetry to vocally voice a view instead of bragging about their long list of sex positions
Poetry is a part of me, you can hear it in my heart, it beats
Steadily to the melody, carefully conducted chemistry
DJ plus MC times a remedy of lyrical quality is the perfect recipe
Nas, Biggy, Pac, J. Live, J 5, A Tribe Called Quest, Outkast, The Pharcyde
To a hip hop head they left a legacy as memorable as John Kennedy
Kanye West, Lil Wayne and 50 Cent all think they’re better then the rest
Because they make more money than Ron Artest
The songs making it to the radio stations are about money, hoes, fresh clothes,
Honey’s, Playboy Bunnies bending over and touchin’ their toes, cars with big rims and sold out shows, it’s scary that there is less praying going on in monasteries
Than these rappers have words in their vocabulary
Lyrics can change lives, inspire people to thrive
If we keep supporting musicians that push their dignity to the side,
While producers put a price on their pride
Then all we will ever have is a blind music industry with no eyes
Someday I hope to hear at least one line on the radio
That doesn’t have to do with rappers bitch to dick ratio
I love hip-hop and I’ll always be lyric bound
But until rappers start rapping their soul, I’ll represent the underground
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