[Verse 1]

Y'all are a bunch of posers with over-exposure

J.J. Fad haircuts and padded shoulders

Next year, you dudes'll probably be wearing high-heels

And make-up like a bitch, do whatever to sign deals

And I ain't just some old-head stuck in my old ways

But I ain't feeling rappers who look like they go both ways

Was raised in the greatest generation to do it

And you can hear it in the music, now that rap is polluted

I'm like a druid, a human removing all of the sewage

That y'all are spewing and stewing in bodily fluids

I'm like a Brita to get rid of the shit they put in the water

They start to poison the people, the people they alter

Fluoridating, sedating the brain and breaking they will

The same shit happened to rap - they extracted the skill

It's like Pop is a poison, in the form of a pill

And you understand the risks, but you taking it still

Everybody recycles everybody else's beats

Fifty versions of a song Thirty times in a week

That everybody repeats, cause everybody is weak

East Coast rappers be dick-riding dirty South beats

There's no sense of culture. It's over. It's a wrap

Like what Whites did to Jazz when the music was Black

And now these internet fuckboys wanna speak like it's fact

With that overly-emotional rap, it's so whack

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Rap is not Pop, if you call it that, then stop

You ain't ever lived it, you new to Hip-Hop

(I know this, much is, true)

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[Verse 2]

I put a bullet in my radio, put it out of its misery

It'll be a cold day in Hell before they get to me

Never surrender to they gender-bender agenda

Remember Nebuchadnezzar and just return it to sender

I'm 'bout to burn it forever, they Babylonian, loading

The subliminal visuals since you've watched Nickelodeon

Or like the pimp at the podium, talking slick 'til you vote for them

I'd rather cut him open and soak him in sodium

Stadiums packed with clones who scream and clap

For an autotuned hack singing Emo-Rap

Y'all need to stop what you're doing, like my preemo track

You're so arrogant, it's embarrasing, your Ego's whack

I'm too, Kool G Rap for these new-school cats

I'm Freddie Fox with burn marks from Glocks on wax

I hijack racks, relax, steady stick to the facts

'cause stickup kids is out to tax

(Stick-up kids is out to tax)

Volume at the max with the sunroof back

I was rapping when them rappers didn't care about a plaque

Or the plastic facade, it's a fact - it's a fraud

Ap's classical rap - intergalactic God

Escaped from a pod, like Kal-El from outta Hell

With verses that would make any Earthling's mouth melt

Yo, watching MTV with Public Enemy

Peace to Ted Demme, I was raised on that energy

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