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One skinny white man's stand against the world..
No chi raq this ain't Iraq raps more like Kim Jong un
A bunch of big boys with big toys and lying tongues
Hop in the studio, with hublots and Louis vittons
Spit your sixteen like a blitzkrieg and then run home
Just flung stones, now J Cole saying he's sorry
He takes 2 steps but leans back like he's Joe's army
Lil durk gets murked everytime he hits the mic
How you gonna be a gangster and high with clouded sights?
TXLis birthing Molly babies like Ira Chasnoff
Half these new acts wouldn't beat beiber in a fucking rap off
There's only a few acts that you wouldn't dare list as actors
Yeah I said acts, But drizzy is stuck at zero
Puff muffed his chuff he shoulda chewed his earlobe
Cassidy, Lamar, ace hood and jadakiss
SP em and 50 Cent, fucking aggressors
They own, no paying rent
You can autotune and do numbers like Asian kids
But when the heat comes round be sure you plead the fifth
Shit is sick, you got a schoolboy claiming he's a gangster
Selling OxyContin to white girls, no twister fingers
You've got the biggest fraud since Belfort in the fucking booth
Saying rich is gangster like frank Lucas didn't get screwed
The dude is living proof that our audience doesn't care
Long as you got a phat beat your syllables sound sincere
Robin thicke just tripped an entire class of Molly mashers
Dancing to a hit that condoned fucking archaic standards
And this track has no hook, so bet that when it's heard
Everyone will turn off at the mention of those words
But fuck it, I've more to say, and this won't be poetic
Listen to my other shit I'm really fucking prophetic
But I'm fucking sick to death with the rubbish rappers are peddling
It feels like a lot of steps we're intellectually descending
One minute jays on the track rapping about Picasso
The next he's shouting Marcy like he's not scared to drive past those
Stuck on the corner, shovelling rock and mortar
Door porters, floor sweepers and out of work authors
Street poets with no money to pay for university courses
Migos looking like little Richard, makes me Richard prior
How you go from rapping about Versace to pushing China?
You laugh at my honda, but your zonda got the Feds watching
You better be fresh as hell cause two chains will have your legs bucklin
Chi raq got more lils than a fucking bow wow show
Ya'll should drop the adjective like bullock with the f bomb faux
There's nothing scarier than a five foot five dude
Swaggering up to you with a high voice and white shoes
with the height of church pews like you're the one getting screwed
imbued with the courage of one too many brews
Respect that, but rhyming pit with shit then shit with bitch then shit with shit?
That's a juvenile flow and I'm not talking picture perfect
Shit, let me get back on track, I'm rap geniusing these cats
It's making me laugh that they actually pen this trash
And people sit there and interpret things like
All this money in the world I gotta have it
I ain't trickin on a bitch that's a bad habit
You'd need a college degree just to have a crack at it
I feel responsibility, collegially pragmatic
I was there when Wayne stuck a shoehorn in a vagina
When ja rule was hitting pussy I was still a minor
And I copped every one of Wayne's albums like guzzling valiums
So I don't mind the odd alien on fallon
i payed full price on itunes for i'm gay
and i'd cop it on vinyl, he'll be idolised before he's paid
with a fenubulum street sweeper fake snacks will get slayed
stop dropping raps about latent gats you haven't even laid
eyes on
rap beef has turned softer than puff
you slow cooked the game and i wont fall for your bluff
Big l is in hell watching you fail
Big pun is shocked stunned listening to females
Tupac disowned rap confronted by your verses
Notorious is furious when you rhyme curses with curses
or unspeakable with unspeakable
if jays the president, he's impeachable
he needs to come harder than the magna carta
he was the rock of gibralta and now he falters
but it isnt his responsibility to breath life in to futility
its the young crew who's been rendered chopped and screwed
and until they kick the juice theyll keep spitting spew
fuck the mixtape game
every cat apart from cassidy is lame
with 3 legs ill have to take you out the back and end your game
but only on wax
im just disappointed in rap
as a fan i cant hack whats become of our artistic map
No chi raq this ain't Iraq raps more like Kim Jong un
A bunch of big boys with big toys and lying tongues
Hop in the studio, with hublots and Louis vittons
Spit your sixteen like a blitzkrieg and then run home
Just flung stones, now J Cole saying he's sorry
He takes 2 steps but leans back like he's Joe's army
Lil durk gets murked everytime he hits the mic
How you gonna be a gangster and high with clouded sights?
TXLis birthing Molly babies like Ira Chasnoff
Half these new acts wouldn't beat beiber in a fucking rap off
There's only a few acts that you wouldn't dare list as actors
Yeah I said acts, But drizzy is stuck at zero
Puff muffed his chuff he shoulda chewed his earlobe
Cassidy, Lamar, ace hood and jadakiss
SP em and 50 Cent, fucking aggressors
They own, no paying rent
You can autotune and do numbers like Asian kids
But when the heat comes round be sure you plead the fifth
Shit is sick, you got a schoolboy claiming he's a gangster
Selling OxyContin to white girls, no twister fingers
You've got the biggest fraud since Belfort in the fucking booth
Saying rich is gangster like frank Lucas didn't get screwed
The dude is living proof that our audience doesn't care
Long as you got a phat beat your syllables sound sincere
Robin thicke just tripped an entire class of Molly mashers
Dancing to a hit that condoned fucking archaic standards
And this track has no hook, so bet that when it's heard
Everyone will turn off at the mention of those words
But fuck it, I've more to say, and this won't be poetic
Listen to my other shit I'm really fucking prophetic
But I'm fucking sick to death with the rubbish rappers are peddling
It feels like a lot of steps we're intellectually descending
One minute jays on the track rapping about Picasso
The next he's shouting Marcy like he's not scared to drive past those
Stuck on the corner, shovelling rock and mortar
Door porters, floor sweepers and out of work authors
Street poets with no money to pay for university courses
Migos looking like little Richard, makes me Richard prior
How you go from rapping about Versace to pushing China?
You laugh at my honda, but your zonda got the Feds watching
You better be fresh as hell cause two chains will have your legs bucklin
Chi raq got more lils than a fucking bow wow show
Ya'll should drop the adjective like bullock with the f bomb faux
There's nothing scarier than a five foot five dude
Swaggering up to you with a high voice and white shoes
with the height of church pews like you're the one getting screwed
imbued with the courage of one too many brews
Respect that, but rhyming pit with shit then shit with bitch then shit with shit?
That's a juvenile flow and I'm not talking picture perfect
Shit, let me get back on track, I'm rap geniusing these cats
It's making me laugh that they actually pen this trash
And people sit there and interpret things like
All this money in the world I gotta have it
I ain't trickin on a bitch that's a bad habit
You'd need a college degree just to have a crack at it
I feel responsibility, collegially pragmatic
I was there when Wayne stuck a shoehorn in a vagina
When ja rule was hitting pussy I was still a minor
And I copped every one of Wayne's albums like guzzling valiums
So I don't mind the odd alien on fallon
i payed full price on itunes for i'm gay
and i'd cop it on vinyl, he'll be idolised before he's paid
with a fenubulum street sweeper fake snacks will get slayed
stop dropping raps about latent gats you haven't even laid
eyes on
rap beef has turned softer than puff
you slow cooked the game and i wont fall for your bluff
Big l is in hell watching you fail
Big pun is shocked stunned listening to females
Tupac disowned rap confronted by your verses
Notorious is furious when you rhyme curses with curses
or unspeakable with unspeakable
if jays the president, he's impeachable
he needs to come harder than the magna carta
he was the rock of gibralta and now he falters
but it isnt his responsibility to breath life in to futility
its the young crew who's been rendered chopped and screwed
and until they kick the juice theyll keep spitting spew
fuck the mixtape game
every cat apart from cassidy is lame
with 3 legs ill have to take you out the back and end your game
but only on wax
im just disappointed in rap
as a fan i cant hack whats become of our artistic map
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