Where did all the real rappers go/ And who replaced em wit amateurs from a talent show/ Where did all the real talent go/ So now that all we left with is a bunch of average joes/ All I hear is idiots having weak writin/ Whatever happened to blackin out and real rhymin/ What happened where acts havin some good ol fashioned passionate raps shouldn't/ And can't get reviews, shows, or their tracks looked at/ When did emcees stop tryin/ And when will these niggas start dyin, shots fired/ These A&R's must be rock climbers or plain stupid/ How else do you explain the music/ And who really wanna listen to Plies/ That's the worst shit I ever heard in my life forreal/
Four-finger ring rap/ What Exodust and SnareJordan gon bring back/ No more for the ringtones and ringbacks/ Niggas on the stage wit they dumb chants have the gold-diggers sing it back/
Don't drink the Kool-Aid/ You can call me Bobby Bouchet/ These niggas soft, sleep on em like a duvet/ Split they wig, and I don't mean part they toupee/ These niggas wan play rap-Russian roulet I will spaz on em/ Beat that ass unconscious, pour the gas on em/ Light a square, take a drag and throw the match on em/ Then sit back around the fire like it was camp or somethin/ But we ain't singin "Kumbaya"/ The kids like, "Exodust, bombaye"/ You better pray that we don't have scuffles/ Ring round all my fingers might as well be brass-knuckles/ I'm the captain of this spaceship/ Beamin you red shirt niggas back to the basement/
Four-finger ring rap/ What Exodust and SnareJordan gon bring back/ No more for the ringtones and ringbacks/ Niggas on the stage wit they dumb chants have the gold-diggers sing it back/
Where did all the real rappers go/
ReplyDeleteAnd who replaced em wit amateurs from a talent show/
Where did all the real talent go/
So now that all we left with is a bunch of average joes/
All I hear is idiots having weak writin/
Whatever happened to blackin out and real rhymin/
What happened where acts havin some good ol fashioned passionate raps shouldn't/
And can't get reviews, shows, or their tracks looked at/
When did emcees stop tryin/
And when will these niggas start dyin, shots fired/
These A&R's must be rock climbers or plain stupid/
How else do you explain the music/
And who really wanna listen to Plies/
That's the worst shit I ever heard in my life forreal/
Four-finger ring rap/
What Exodust and SnareJordan gon bring back/
No more for the ringtones and ringbacks/
Niggas on the stage wit they dumb chants have the gold-diggers sing it back/
Don't drink the Kool-Aid/
You can call me Bobby Bouchet/
These niggas soft, sleep on em like a duvet/
Split they wig, and I don't mean part they toupee/
These niggas wan play rap-Russian roulet I will spaz on em/
Beat that ass unconscious, pour the gas on em/
Light a square, take a drag and throw the match on em/
Then sit back around the fire like it was camp or somethin/
But we ain't singin "Kumbaya"/
The kids like, "Exodust, bombaye"/
You better pray that we don't have scuffles/
Ring round all my fingers might as well be brass-knuckles/
I'm the captain of this spaceship/
Beamin you red shirt niggas back to the basement/
Four-finger ring rap/
What Exodust and SnareJordan gon bring back/
No more for the ringtones and ringbacks/
Niggas on the stage wit they dumb chants have the gold-diggers sing it back/
very nice - catching up on your blog now that I finally have internet
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