[Verse 1]
Y'all are a bunch of posers with over-exposure
J.J. Fad haircuts and padded shoulders
Next year, you dudes'll probably be wearing high-heels
And make-up like a bitch, do whatever to sign deals
And I ain't just some old-head stuck in my old ways
But I ain't feeling rappers who look like they go both ways
Was raised in the greatest generation to do it
And you can hear it in the music, now that rap is polluted
I'm like a druid, a human removing all of the sewage
That y'all are spewing and stewing in bodily fluids
I'm like a Brita to get rid of the shit they put in the water
They start to poison the people, the people they alter
Fluoridating, sedating the brain and breaking they will
The same shit happened to rap - they extracted the skill
It's like Pop is a poison, in the form of a pill
And you understand the risks, but you taking it still
Everybody recycles everybody else's beats
Fifty versions of a song Thirty times in a week
That everybody repeats, cause everybody is weak
East Coast rappers be dick-riding dirty South beats
There's no sense of culture. It's over. It's a wrap
Like what Whites did to Jazz when the music was Black
And now these internet fuckboys wanna speak like it's fact
With that overly-emotional rap, it's so whack
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Rap is not Pop, if you call it that, then stop
You ain't ever lived it, you new to Hip-Hop
(I know this, much is, true)
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[Verse 2]
I put a bullet in my radio, put it out of its misery
It'll be a cold day in Hell before they get to me
Never surrender to they gender-bender agenda
Remember Nebuchadnezzar and just return it to sender
I'm 'bout to burn it forever, they Babylonian, loading
The subliminal visuals since you've watched Nickelodeon
Or like the pimp at the podium, talking slick 'til you vote for them
I'd rather cut him open and soak him in sodium
Stadiums packed with clones who scream and clap
For an autotuned hack singing Emo-Rap
Y'all need to stop what you're doing, like my preemo track
You're so arrogant, it's embarrasing, your Ego's whack
I'm too, Kool G Rap for these new-school cats
I'm Freddie Fox with burn marks from Glocks on wax
I hijack racks, relax, steady stick to the facts
'cause stickup kids is out to tax
(Stick-up kids is out to tax)
Volume at the max with the sunroof back
I was rapping when them rappers didn't care about a plaque
Or the plastic facade, it's a fact - it's a fraud
Ap's classical rap - intergalactic God
Escaped from a pod, like Kal-El from outta Hell
With verses that would make any Earthling's mouth melt
Yo, watching MTV with Public Enemy
Peace to Ted Demme, I was raised on that energy
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