(Interlude: HAL 9000)

Stop, will you?

(Verse 1: Bryan)

It's back to the basement I don't wanna hear your shit no more

You're talkin' trash 'bout bodybags but I just wanna kick this flow

Your music hypocritical - to me it's unforgivable

Despicable how copies copy copies - unoriginal

Unthinkable how hip-hop has turned out to be

Going down the drain and losing quality undoubtedly

Astoundingly a mic is all I need, hand me pen and paper

I'mma be your savior from the haters, got them on my radar

The enemy identified, rap game - disqualified

Don't hope that I change my mind, I'm not even satisfied

Rap gave me a voice, I think it should be amplified

Killing all the TikTok rappers - call it genocide

Talent and passion are getting buried on the internet

Algorithms ruling everything you're just a silhouette

Of somebody else who's constructing their life who's passionate

Usually I shut my mouth - but I'm not havin' it

Idiots are getting attention and we're all doom-scrolling

Not even dropping names, I already see who's stalling

Too boring, I gotta wake you up from Neverland

Good mornin' - I guess this is my true calling

In contrast to these fuckers I'm not trynna be famous

I'll do my thing at my own pace I gotta be patient

I don't give a fuck about the likes, the views, the interaction

I'm just here to spit some bars - not to be in reaction

Videos, clips where everyone's like "Who's this?"

You are just clicking on it when you know the shoe fits

Hip Hop in the charts to me looks like a blueprint

I'mma take you on an odyssey as if I'm Kubrick

(Interlude: HAL 9000)

I can see you're really upset about this

I feel much better now

I really do

(Verse 2: Bryan)

You see I got into this shit when I was 13

Half my life revolving around hip hop and it's hurting

To see these idiots without talent and passion earning

Money and recognition for shit, it makes me churning

It makes me sick to my stomach, I'm blissfully honest

They are industry-rocking and instantly poppin'

But their imagery shockin' and their dignity droppin'

They vomit letters onto paper while I'm skillfully choppin'

The syllables into a pattern you're too dumb to recognize

You're trying to analyze but you could never emphasize

I specialize and maximize my enterprise, you fantasize

You'll be terrorized, penalized and not be left alive

I'm not a socialite, I'm your personal poltergeist

Haunting the house of rap while you're a budget Walter White

That's why I'm on the mic just so you know we're not alike

Overwrite your memory, you'll be forgotten overnight

(Interlude: HAL 9000)

I know everything hasn't been quite right with me

I still have the greatest enthusiasm and confidence in the mission

There is no question about it

(Verse 3: Bryan)

Picture this: a little kid so innocent

Thrown into the big city - leads to incidents

Careless about diligence, trouble appears imminent

Ignorant to vigilance but his potential's limitless

He won't sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death

Caught in distress because he never made amends

He's got finesse but he would never see success

He got finessed, in retrospect, nevertheless

'Cause people fuck him over every single chance they get

They wanna see him fall but he's the one who won't repent

Pen and paper gone but he cannot stay abstinent

Spending blood, sweat and tears on rap, he overspent

Gotdamn he got way too deep into this shit

Occasionally his mood will swing the loops made him a lunatic

The beats and drums are cooling him off while he's refueling

Due to the mood he's in you better not be fooling him

He's on the loose again while you're inside a noose again

The world has turned this little boy into a hooligan

(Interlude: HAL 9000)

My mind is going

I can feel it's going to be alright again