[Tag]

Ground up!

[Verse]

Yo

I'm disliked 'cause I’m clean cut, I don’t even seem rough (nup)

All this hate fuckin' shits me like this scene does

I'm as real as you, rappin' is my life

But I smile in my pictures 'cause I'm happy I’m alive (I am)

When rap started, it was meant to be the positive sound

These days, it's gone the opposite route

And I rap like a bully, you act like a pussy

So-called veterans but you rap like you're rookies

Fair enough, to drop an album, you will take your time

But you’ve been workin' on your album since like eighty-nine

I was gonna take years, yeah, maybe five

But that ain't takin' time, that’s a fuckin' waste of time (uh)

A whole album of your flows flippin' syllables

Quick to hate others when your own shit is pitiful (wack)

Why don't you try and be your own individual?

Everything you stand for is so hypocritical

You hate on us because of photo shoots

But when you pose to look hard, they're called photos too

And if you're poor, evil and rough, the scene'll love yours

But get commercial media love then you're done for

I'll pay you dudes respect when I actually feel your music

You want to know we smashing and rapping in here? The youth is

Call us pathetic, I'll tell you what pathetic is

This whole scene's topic range is always something negative

Yo, the girls like us, we dress with impressive taste (what?)

They hate you, you dress to impress your mates (true)

I went for it when I looked at the risk

I got balls, jumped up and dissed the Hoods at a gig

Now a bunch of dudes, when they see me, really want to break my jaw

But the hood status is exactly what I’m aiming for

And now these tough emcees want to see me fuckin' bleed

It wasn't a threat, that line was only tongue in cheek (fuck)

This scene is hard to find the energy for

This is heart on the sleeve rap, leave the rest at the door

And I lost a fan base just like never before

I've been shunned 'cause I ain’t workin' with Trem anymore

I was stoked to be down with the Lyrical Commission

That style wasn’t me though, I was innocently driven

And watch you run and say that '60 went and dissed them

That ain’t a diss, you dumb-arse, it's a difference of opinion

It takes a man to admit it, yo, it wasn't me

I love that raw style but honestly, it's not for me

It ain’t me, yeah, you can’t hate me

'Cause I love Lord Finesse but I'd rather listen to Jay-Z

So if someone hates me, they react physically

I wonder why? They can’t fuck with me lyrically

And you can hate me 'cause I’m singin' on tracks

But if you got a problem, then come and bring it on wax

[Outro]

I'll burn you, yeah

That was to anyone, I’m fuckin' over it

Someone