Rap is dead-Nge

[Verse 1]

 

I'mma compete until I die, I'mma fight for this until

I die

So shoot me, every man for himself

Bo' you don't stay, if I don't like it, tone it down

Everything's like shit now, fuck all, woke the wolf y'all

I have bad character and an innate talent

It's the perfect combination

To rap against novice rappers

Been awhile that comments be reaching my ears

From newborn rappers, towards me

God's hopeful they egos are rubber, so it don't hurt when I step on their summit

How dare you disrespect me

I'm in my early twenties and could promise you that ya'll my grandchildren

Envy gnawing at 'em

They tryna tear parts of my brain, intact, to share it in their hollow skulls amongst 'em

I write waking up, eating, shooting hoops, sleeping,

drinking, driving, studying, laughing,walking or

running

For a newbie to criticize what I do, sounds like he dreams of what I can do

Niggas don't even know where I'm from

My soul can't rap and I don't sell myself

In visions of the future, I see rap in even more decadence

Except for the success of some who missing a few screws, biggest critic, was that they all sound the same with their tongue in their ass

I can't wait for the days when there are those who say I'm burnt out

Don't lower your face, don't let me believe that a nigga is scared

What base, what argument, what evidence have you found

That the devil has taken back that which he had gifted me

I make moochers rest in piece

Say it to my face what they speak of me

Or is it not enough, what I've shown, what more do you want from me

I got rhymes that could escape your reading comprehension

Almost as if one of the greats tried explaining their thesis to a retard, I have more personal distinction

When I write longer about feelings and consciousness, I'm told I no longer compete

When I write about the streets, say they no longer I contribute as MC

But if you put in a scale, that which I contributed

with what they have done, the balance will go to my side

Because nothing contributes the one who many hits organized

I would invite them to a track only to shame the state of what's wrong today, feign real, but what you say is crap

And if you think that I can't rhyme like you gangland bangers

Two clips of a hunnid, a hoarse nigga traps, three niggas die in a drive by, In Cali the murder rate flies by

Who cares about the end of the rope that's not cut from the thinnest,

Unfocused, nothing learned and even less contributing

Respect is made with facts, it's not bought

Damn to hell the new nigga who thinks they made, rap is dead

 

 

[Verse 2]

 

Traitors envious of what we've have done

Claws free of dirt, from a wise pool

If not with me,then against

No one can break break respect you've earned

So loathe to remember that I will be remembered, even if it's in the heart of a few

To shup me up, they have to see me bathed in blood

But they do nothing more than talk,

if I had a wife I don't think she'd talk so much about me

But me, I never turn off, I'll do more than you, you're lazy like Congress

Ya'll just worried about yourself and your tail, digress

They understand nothing, those guys

They believe that it is culture to walk with your pants down, ass showing and always being drunk

Only becoming rappers to see if they find a groupie

and not die virgin by the time their forty

What you get is shame, inferiority is obvious

and reals, feeding off the fear and hatred, nothing's truly anonymous

My repertoire is a synonym of the universe

constantly expanding, with no end without a proven beginning

I'm hailed like a hero, just like Vercingetorix, uniting celtics and fighting Roma

Morals are not bought with money

I will not ret until I see dead, shit rap in the

entire country

Me being you, I'd removed myself, and would not waste time of those who really are pulling weight

Being a rapper is cheap and easy, you don't need a band or have an agile voice

You can download beats over the Internet or pay a DJ, record a few songs, take a photo and open a Soundcloud

But hey, it's not a game babe,

Just ask any independent, why he hasn't won awards like Kanye West or Kendrick

Maybe it's because the best tend to be more fucked up

They have to do more than just actually rhyming, exploting

 

[Verse 3]

 

People can talk whatever they want, but no one can deny, I told them to write

Those who are with me and come join

Those who are not, continue sucking my cock

You niggas still there, or have already left

Does truth really hurt?

This music ain't pop no more, and the real ones can be counted with one hand

I will not record with you

I'll never be on a track with you

Rap is dead