[Verse]
I hate your kind, you make the rest of us look bad
One day you're gonna leave and I hope you don't look back
Your main aim is to sell out and just take payments
Making vague statements, so do's a favour and stay vacant
Spitting bars is for the lovers of art
But you're only making music, just to reap in the cash
You can't be classed as the best if diny work hard
Step against a lyricist I'll rip you apart
Lets me past, your crap's blocking my spot light
You're struggling to make moves like you were hog tied
I ain't joking, mate, I take the music serious
You're only making music, just to brag to people hearing it
And that ain't cool to anybody who is relevant
They see you as a faker with a verse that's verbal excrement
You're quite shit, but we appreciate attempting it
But here's a big tip mate, you should quit for definite
Money changes folk, you disagree, you're in denial
Check the charts, there hasny been a decent track for quite a while
What's the reason? have lyrics became hard to write?
Or has it just now came to light, that they can be rich overnight?
If they dumb it down, sell the kids their gimmick life
They made theirsell a product, just to market what they thought was right
But the thought was flawed, and now it's come to life
That morals are an extra, just a perk if they get paid on time
But that ain't cool, if you influence a generation
You should be the ones that could be showing kids the path to take on
But you'd rather make the money and gain major sales
Than be a role model to the kids relying on your brains
You should be rapping for the love, not the bank notes
You brag loads, with cash flows and bang hoes and bash foes
Well you claim to, but working takes up most your time
And anytime you have a problem, bodyguard protect your life
Some of you are just pretenders with a fanbase
That swallows any shit you say, leaving them in bad states
Saying stupid shit like sqag and quoting yolo bitch
Society can make you sick cash or morals take your pick
You bad rappers just keep acting, we're going backwards
In the evolution of rap, we're getting weak bastards
And that ain't changing soon, but I can hope a bit
And maybe one day in my future hip hop won't be as shit
Cos right now, the state it's in is now annoying me
Not a single good track in the tracks, crap globally
I rap openly, I'm honest like I'm in confession
But other rappers talk about guns, they need to stop pretending
Then I can listen, I may relate to a song or 2
Right now, that shit's so fake, there's no reason to
You brag hard, claim that you can beat me down
But never seem to follow up the act, when you see me round
You're not a hardman, you just need to stop the braggin'
Cos your death threats are like your sex life - nothing happens
I hate your kind, you make the rest of us look bad
One day you're gonna leave and I hope you don't look back
Your main aim is to sell out and just take payments
Making vague statements, so do's a favour and stay vacant
Spitting bars is for the lovers of art
But you're only making music, just to reap in the cash
You can't be classed as the best if diny work hard
Step against a lyricist I'll rip you apart
Lets me past, your crap's blocking my spot light
You're struggling to make moves like you were hog tied
I ain't joking, mate, I take the music serious
You're only making music, just to brag to people hearing it
And that ain't cool to anybody who is relevant
They see you as a faker with a verse that's verbal excrement
You're quite shit, but we appreciate attempting it
But here's a big tip mate, you should quit for definite
Money changes folk, you disagree, you're in denial
Check the charts, there hasny been a decent track for quite a while
What's the reason? have lyrics became hard to write?
Or has it just now came to light, that they can be rich overnight?
If they dumb it down, sell the kids their gimmick life
They made theirsell a product, just to market what they thought was right
But the thought was flawed, and now it's come to life
That morals are an extra, just a perk if they get paid on time
But that ain't cool, if you influence a generation
You should be the ones that could be showing kids the path to take on
But you'd rather make the money and gain major sales
Than be a role model to the kids relying on your brains
You should be rapping for the love, not the bank notes
You brag loads, with cash flows and bang hoes and bash foes
Well you claim to, but working takes up most your time
And anytime you have a problem, bodyguard protect your life
Some of you are just pretenders with a fanbase
That swallows any shit you say, leaving them in bad states
Saying stupid shit like sqag and quoting yolo bitch
Society can make you sick cash or morals take your pick
You bad rappers just keep acting, we're going backwards
In the evolution of rap, we're getting weak bastards
And that ain't changing soon, but I can hope a bit
And maybe one day in my future hip hop won't be as shit
Cos right now, the state it's in is now annoying me
Not a single good track in the tracks, crap globally
I rap openly, I'm honest like I'm in confession
But other rappers talk about guns, they need to stop pretending
Then I can listen, I may relate to a song or 2
Right now, that shit's so fake, there's no reason to
You brag hard, claim that you can beat me down
But never seem to follow up the act, when you see me round
You're not a hardman, you just need to stop the braggin'
Cos your death threats are like your sex life - nothing happens
( Monk112 )
www.ChordsAZ.com