[Verse 1]
I miss the days when music critics weren't incredibly dumb
When after seeing Grammy winners I didn’t need to get drunk
When all you had to do was music made not only for charts
When industry was not so fucked, and now we see only scum
Selling their asses for fags to grab this damn number one
600.000 a week, but what the fuck on your mind?
You grab the Grammy for rapping but I don't see decent rhymes
Where did the old Kendrick go? What the fuck happened, Lamar?
Mad city changed you, Kung Fu Kenny worth a penny, but I
Won't give you this, I wish I had the chance to go back in time
And fuck me up just for a thought about, uh, buying your crap
The masks are falling down, Messiah, now I’m freezing your butt
Not rich, not kid, I'm not so good at spitting raps about life
But I will not have a record with motherfucker like that
I thought you are above this shit, but better try not to breathe
Congratulations, with "New Freezer" you destroyed your career

[Bridge 1]
Cross Trafalgar Square, Kenny over here, fuck him up in there

[Verse 2]
Yo, say fuck the chorus, fuck the trends, then say goodbye to the charts
Instead of doing shit I choose to be incredibly smart
Prefer to be a bitter pill and not to have a sweet heart
I start to motherfucking push instead of pushing to start
Who do we have right now, fuckers? Rappers that do not rap
These motherfucking kids worth nothing, rockstars full of damn crack
Just like the sound of their necks when I take a step on their plaques
They were so hard to earn in 90's, cut that fucking shit back!
You start forgetting legends, kids, and now here comes the payback
I'm the ambassador of conscious rap, it's only a fact
My reasoned thinking doesn't let me call you bitches and fags
Without the fucking reason, but I got a bag full of that
You fucking jerks cannot remember 1995
The year of death of gangsta rap, "Poverty's Paradise" -
The one and only album of 90s deserving Gram-
Mys just for being a rap record, click and clack
[Bridge 2]
Sleep on this and stare, looking up on here, I'll be down there

[Verse 3]
Three verses in the row, my mind is working really quicker
Than Uzi Vert recording songs, but fuck him, let him eat shit
Fuck being humble, I’m so tired, I’m so fucking sleepless
Insomnia is killing me just like your damn playlist, bitch
I'm fucking tired of my crew with family feuds and problems
My love galore is full of whores that fuck the mumble rappers
They don’t know shit 'bout loyalty but love the backs of bouncers
This not the story of OJ but I'm that yellow bastard
The flower boys with Layla's wisdom act so fucking sassy
They shit on faces of the blacks, it’s only for the culture
The gods make world go round by spinning up forth and backwards
I guess you didn't understand the words but most of rappers
That feel my flow and understand why I'm so damn insane
Tell fuckers that I'm yet to come to bring me back this game
Say fuck to similarity and calm down my migraine
And try cosplaying Drake's recording, nothing was the same

[Bridge 3]
I'm offensive, yeah, if you fucking care, I'll be over there