The New School (DR. DRE REMIX)

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Lyrics:

Things just ain't the same
These days, yet people tryna say
Not a damn things changed
There's tons more than before
In the game
So how you gonna say
That it's all the same
I'm tired of the bullshit
That people call music
They got a lotta fame
And already misused it
And whoever produced it
Ain't dodgin' the blame
If the track's fuckin' whack
Then we're drawn to your name
Stop with the tags,
Mike Will Messed Up
"Mustard on tha--"
SHUT THE FUCK UP! (layer vocals)
You're not the star
Nobody cares who you are
You make the beats,
You don't write the bars
Get a fuckin' clue, dude
If your shit's sick
We'll take the time out
To YouTube it
And I don't even wanna comment
on Khaled. We the best music?
Just fuckin' drop dead
 
Every song that I hear
Might be the worst of the year (The New School)
And every station I'm tuned to
Plays the same fuckin' tunes too (The New School)
I'm so tired of hip-hop
But I can't seem to stop (The New School)
Every time my hope rises
The beat fuckin' drops (god damn)
 
Now, I understand
I might've got you pissed
A no-name dissed me?
Who the fuck's this?
I'm just a guy
Out the public eye
Tryna make sure
Hip-hop don't die
And I'm well-equipped
To deal with this
Got a mic and a beat
I'll kill this shit
Fuck the fame,
I don't need the riches
I just wanna prove
That your crews are bitches
Those boos and hisses
Are all for you
What's your next move?
What can you do?
When you fanbase drops you
Faster than the beat drops
Your next release is
Late like Detox
Years later, the featured artists
Are people you never would
Have seen to start with
Your beats are garbage
They ain't worth shit
If I'm lookin' for talent
Then you ain't it
 
Every song that I hear
Might be the worst of the year (The New School)
And every station I'm tuned to
Plays the same fuckin' tunes too (The New School)
I'm so tired of hip-hop
But I can't seem to stop (The New School)
Every time my hope rises
The beat fuckin' drops (god damn)
 
Things just ain't the same
In this world, nobody wants to rap
They just drink and sip syrup
Your career has gone way too long
How many times can you make the same song
This shit's wrong, nah, it ain't cool
How'd we get from Chuck D
To Pitbull
Music used to have a point
But now it's all about club beats
And joints
If the rap game was about
Survivin', I'd vote
Lil Uzi off the island
It's sink or swim, bitch
Become an adapter
Or drown in a sea
Of Soundcloud rappers
If you're not aware,
I can tell you after
Copperhead's gonna write
The next chapter
Forget the passwords,
I just can't quit
But mark my words,
I'm gonna fix this shit
 
Every song that I hear
Might be the worst of the year (The New School)
And every station I'm tuned to
Plays the same fuckin' tunes too (The New School)
I'm so tired of hip-hop
But I can't seem to stop (The New School)
Every time my hope rises
The beat fuckin' drops (god damn)
 
The New School
The New School
The New School
The New School
The New School
The New School

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Copperhead
Member since July 20 2016

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