[Tabs]

I used to love rap but I've had it up to here

Just a bunch of queers getting their strings pulled by the puppeteer

Adjust your ears I gotta make something clear

We once in a lifetime, won't hear this for another hundred years

So chug a beer, smoke a spliff and get your mind right

But eventually you clowns gotta come down from the high life

You see the final signs but you're blinded by the limelight

It shines bright but what I write could give the blind sight

Yeah that's what I plan to do

I'll show you how to scan they plans and expand your view

I'll show you how they scam so you can understand the truth

And see the difference between that and the crap that they're handing you

But you clowns are connected to your puppet strings

That's a noose around your neck son, fuck your bling

Hanging off of every word, you ever heard of such a thing

You don't know what to think when the underling becomes the king

That's right, I ain't no follower

You swallow all that cock just to get um to acknowledge ya

The thrill is over cuz our culture went popular

It's filled with cobras and there's vultures on top of ya

And they tell me to loosen up

Fuck this new shit, if this is music then music sucks

Goddamn I can't stand these stupid fucks

Your fake crew would hate yourself too if you was us

But you're not so I gotta tell you what's what

Your stuff sucks and it makes me wanna up chuck

I'ma give it to you raw and uncut

You's a puppet you dumb fuck, that's why you strung out and hung up

They used to have respect from the underground

But what you expect you just a fucking puppet now

You such a clown, I'm glad that you stuck around

Cuz where you gonna hide when chunks in the sky are coming down

Cuz your reality is synthesized

Your life's a fallacy that's how it be when you live a lie

You hide behind the mask so your ass is in disguise

Not even recognized by your own mother, what a big surprise

So one love to the hoochies in the nudie bar

Plastic enhancements on boobies leave you groupies scarred

Walking all around the town like you's a movie star

But your concept of beauty shows how ugly you truly are

And most of the time I don't say much

But it looks like you put on your makeup with a paint brush

You believe the lies that's why your eyes stay shut

Pick the pace up and get away from these fake fucks

Cuz they're just a bunch of hoes

Who do anything for exposure so bend over and touch your toes

You may have fooled the public, I'm like fuck it though

They'll know for certain once I close the curtain on you puppet show

[Hook - Coast]

One time for the puppet fucks hanging from they puppet sticks

Give it up for um let um know you love they shit

Cuz they feed off attention, did I mention

They would sell they fucking souls in about a half a second

So one time for the groupies and the dick riders

Your fake friends posing as some phony insiders

I got your number and I'm keeping it on speed dial

Meanwhile I'm plotting on your death, see how

[Coal Cash]

You better regroup for tryna kill me on the beat loop

Snatch the soul from your chest, you look silly in that meat suit

You keep nukes underground, we got deep roots

Why do you even speak, mothafuckers should keep mute

I've seen puke that can better rep the streets

You must be Mr. Hankey, you're a piece of shit who speaks

Generalize don't surmise who's commercial flow

This was made for you mothafucker, take it personal

Go suck a dick, hope it gets you where you wanna be

You wanna be rich, mothafuckers should switch to comedy

Calmly kept, I bet they let the hunger go

But better hold their breath when they get swept in the undertow

No wonder these puppets have played the planet

Making the Muppet show marionette made mechanics

With the hand up the crap of these clowns, a major fag

Not only are they rappers, now they're brown paper bags

Taking stabs at every one inside the industry

A true artist is something you've never been to me

Intrinsically ordained and disdained

From this reign of bullshit, got a full clip for your brain

So fuck the fame followed by paparazzi

Cuz that shit is twisted like it fitted the Fibonacci

Spiral out, fuck all the idols that you down without

Title bout, 'leave you talking out the side of your mouth'

Suicidal now, try reviving this overdose

But why do I speak you only hear a beat in the comatose

[beat bopping] (I really like the beat)

Can you feel me now, wow how to get through to you

You hear me out, no doubt I guess it's usual

Cubicle music suitable while I'm spitting the beautiful

Usage of truth conveys, serenade the culture's funeral

Too soon to prove from the peace pipe of poetry

Too potent to show it, so I'ma hold it stoically

Openly express everything I hold inside

So I won't be depressed on the day your music dies

Open your eyes, you can see it from a long way

So when your face is fucked, you're just doing what the song say

Fuck her face, fuck fuck her face

Fuck her face, fuck fuck her face

You're fucking fake, taking drugs, turning love to hate

I'll crush the face of a blood sucking snake

I'd love to wait and watch karma make its way back

This is our genre, it's my honor to say that

Payback's a bitch and she got eleven sons

Everyone of them brethren and their vengeance sure to come

So there's more than one monster in the wilderness

Ready to tear shit down before we start rebuilding it

(Hook)

[Tones]

You talking Diddy bop, I'm Hip-Hop I do my thing

You do the Puffy dance when the master pull the string

Tryna climb the Billboard charts but in your heart

There's a ?? part, that remembers when you loved the art

You a wannabe that follows every Pop trend

Will it stop when I pop them or is there not an end

I don't know, how's that ice cream taste

You wouldn't know, it's on the side of your face

We need someone broke the chains, they gay once more

That's an empty 16 so what's the gun for

And who you punks testing, shook like ?? ?? ??

Your life could end in one second for funk flexing

Tell me why all these labels buy a spot on radio

Pay the show, wack to dope ten, the one the ratio

Let's have a vote, who wants to hear that watered down

Now who wants to hear that flavor that water mouths

So give it up for the freestyles from '95

Peace to all the cyphers I see anytime I vibe

Tryna reach the 33rd level of my master flow

Take me back rhyming right after Tabs and Coal

I love the truth, shout to my fam Bad Karma

See fam with mad honor, we got the same grandfather

Fuck all you wannabes and sluts on your knees

I poke her face rocking my poker face honestly

An anomaly, you just a commodity

Puppets for Illuminati, like Masons watching me

Cuz I could easily end your career in a few words

It's not Hip-Hop in a limo with ?? Bloomberg

And I'm always on some disrespectful shit

How dare you try to insult my intelligence

Coming two-faced with no natural elements

I read you and your brain show lack of development

I give you what's inside but you forget the thought

So go back to your mothafucking message board

Talk more shit than I would do in real life

But when you see me on stage you all still like

Don't make a move cuz Tones might notice

All the obnoxious shit he was talking he might show us

So good luck dumbfuck start on the label

The number of sales could be told as part of your fable

I'm banging on the turntable like a fucking drum

You have fantasies, daydreaming of being number one

Whatever that means, I guess you talk in terms of sales

How can you stay fresh when all your words are stale

So grind a third rail and break rare for Ol' Yawk

I remember Hip-Hop when emcees don't talk

It was somebody, kick a beat we wasting time

Now you clones pay by the hour to lay your rhyme

(Hook)