I'm not trying to be an asshole.
I'm not tryin to be mean.
I'm breakin' into the scene,
but no, I'm not green.
I gotta holla at y'all...
Why y'all so obscene?
I've seen thirty years of
Now it's all toxicity.
How many artists you know
these days that can carry
the title, O.G.
Most of these rappers are
dead by their thirties,
Except for notorious celebrities.
This music is sounding the same
The same cars, same styles,
What happened to the pioneers
who won on originality.
It's the same bars, same smiles, and
the same narcissistic fiends.
Like Slim Shady said, Pay attention
You're saying the same mother fukkin'
thing that he said.
Listen to what she said...
More gossip from an airhead.
I swear you all need to find something
This how shit talkers wind up dead.
and take that autotune shit outtcha
mouth, you sound like an intoxicated
Hollywood auditions start at noon...
How many artists' been bought.
Don't get caught in a dress, I must
address this demasculization.
This to me, is just another attack
on what used to be a strong nation.
I was just a teenager when House
Party was the shit.
All the kids were battlin' yeah,
breakdancing with their fly chicks.
I watched as early Hip Hop and Rap
started to evolve in the streets.
From U.T.F.O. to N.W.A. and now to
these troll looking, tattooed ass freaks.
What the fukk happened, is all I can
Don't worry about white people
destroying the culture.
We should be more concerned
with these Luciferian Jewish vultures.
It ain't no secret that most of the
media and industry is run by Jews.
I ain't tryin to be anti-Semitic, I'm
just sick of this shit on my shoes.
They gives no fukks about who is who.
They want control of what you do.
Yeah, you'll get that money...
but that money's fake too.
Just like the over value of a pair
of Nike shoes.
If this is what you choose, I'm out!
I refuse to support a culture that
forgot what it's about.
I got clout and the balls to say
how I feel.
No one ever gonna take from me,
what they cannot fukkin' steal.
I'll make a meal outta this genre,
'Cause I got hunger in my bones.
So go home where it's safe,
or prepare to get owned.
Too many piss and moan,
But now that I've shown ya.
Maybe you could attone,
You should have known,
that I'd school ya.
Written by: Michael W. Taylor
April 26th. 2022 ©
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