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Well, well, well if it isnât this motherfucker again! Are you serious?
You figured that nigga had disappeared and shit, but here he is/
Wielding the power of perspective you only get when investing years in this
Cause nothingâs more expensive than experience/
And Iâm spent - delirious - ballin outta my mind
And Iâve lost it, Iâm buying all of ya off, fall into a line
Every fraud has a price, and itâs bottom dollar bargaining time/
You canât offer me bribes cause all that you got is already mine/
But thatâs awfully kind â Thanks! Now shut your fucking mouth!
Yâall been fucking roundâ¦in my fucking house
Iâm hearing the same voice coming out of a hundred mouths â
A hundred thou, if we count the underground
And thereâs nothing I frown upon harder than air quote artists
Borrowing their whole product from whoeverâs popular and then ainât so modest
Like they so hot because they so blogged
Like it wasnât their marketing dollars that paid for all it, No-wait! Donât call it!
Donât hate, Tone! Play the game, donât knock it
But that is a lot like forcing me to swallow your snot, then being like âHey! donât vomit!â
Yâall way too soft on these a-holes, dog
Iâm saying this shit from a place so honest there ainât no wrong in it â FUCK EVERYTHING
When I wrote Politics I was a kid acknowledging all of the shit
Now Iâm an adult and I feel like a prophet
Like how many shots did I call? Should I call an accountant?
Since Hip Hop - the counter culture - became the culture of counting
Yet, accountability's dead â We just out for them checks
So proud that we gotta sell out for respect
And the barely hidden insincerity is so foul, you live with the threat
That hi-5âs are always followed with a request
Somebody said that success is the best revenge, And itâs a point so valid
That niggas is all network, no talent
Itâs an imbalance, so telling it like it is just might destroy your access
To this circus of trend-whores with coke habits - Well, Iâve had it!
Iâm earnest - to the platelets in my bones
And anyone afraid to burn a bridge is too lazy to build their own
Iâm obsessive compulsive - reps are what I know
A perfectionist with a restraining order - can't leave well-enough alone
So, I tend to expose the devil thatâs close
And that never bodes well for their soul-selling M.O
Like when our distributor fell in a hole and said they were broke
But they kept what they sold so I never saw a cent of my dough
Hereâs another lesson to quote, becoming friends with the press is a NO
Cause they grow resentful, itâs best the less that they know
Them muffuckers pretend that theyâre so essential â the probe isnât farfetched -
Theyâre just star-fuckers with pencils in tow â
But yo. the most disrespectful joke especially low
I bled for this, bro -
Even went to the post to send you this dope -
Indie is trendy so Majors will cloak their artists as independents and pose
Thatâs like repping as organic Pepsi & Coke/
You didnât do it yourself! You ainât authentic, you never knew what I felt
The disabling stress that ruined my health
You're claiming credit like you ainât abetted by ludicrous wealth
And then aided by numerous helpers, You may fool em well, cause whoâs gonna tell? Me⦠Shitbag!
Did you get a billion views from an elf? (Oh itâs magic!)
Clear channel donât have no room on its shelves for a book of spells
You know that shitâs bad, when a kidâs hat is a big splash
And we skip past if he spits raps, but his hip dance is a hit smash within six flat
Itâs a bitchslap in the face, when youâve mastered a trade
And every brick youâve paved for their way is smashed in a day
And so rappers become actors, and then actors become rappers
This ainât fantasy fulfillment, this shit is facts for the stage!
It went from Sucka MCs to wack niggas to herbs
To faggots, to lames, backpackers, netcees to nerds
To hipsters to blog rappers to frat, struggle to drill
But none of those name come if youâre ill
I am the hunter that went for the jugular
Spilling the blood of other hunters, And still I summoned the hunger to kill
But you bring out the worst in me, cause them pickings ainât nourishing
And it eats me alive - it hurts when this stomach is filled
The new run of the mill: chasing fame. In this day and age. When brutalityâs raging
Like fashion and throwing cash in our faces, is gonna change it
Itâs vapid, itâs aimless, I canât quit, I have to just say this -
Cause Iâm a fucking man â and thatâs dedication
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