[Verse 1]

Well I’m in full appreciation of creation on many levels

I’ll listen to anything down from classical to heavy metal

Blues and jazz, I could listen to that

But the one thing I can’t stand is mainstream rap

It goes one for the money ‘cause that’s all they really care about

Two is for the same played style that you’re wearing out

On MTV I see the same old thing like every day

A bunch of rappers jumping around, claiming they gettin’ paid

Okay, you’ve got money and women, we’ve established that

Why don’t you take a different subject for your next track?

Something original, I know it’s hard these days, to rephrase your cliches

But that copycatting shit is wack

This lollipopping, candy-shopping hip hop, it’s popping

Ignorant motherfuckers be like, “yo, this shit is hot”

Mean even I’ll admit the beat was kinda catchy

But your lyrics are sketchy, that’s ‘cause you copied ‘em from another emcee

Don’t get me started

These rappers are shameless, tryna look and sound the same as other rappers who are famous

Thinking a gold chain is somehow gonna get you props

All the shit you talk, pretend you're a thug ‘cause you bit 2pac, let’s get it straight

This ain’t a fucking fashion show, they’re flashing dough in videos

‘cause kids don’t know it’s fake just like your shitty flows

They wanna grow up to be like you and then they continue the trend of being fake and pretend, it’s all sh—

[Verse 2]

Now the record executives never give the underground a chance

Thinking records won’t sell unless you get the crowd to dance

Meanwhile emcees are out here tryna make the sound advance

Spitting loud at fans, making them proud to put up their hands

And still don’t get no recognition from the radio

The stations scared to play it, afraid the people will hate it

So they put the same songs on repeat and claim to be the best in hip-hop and r&b

I find it hard to believe

‘cause nowadays it seems hip-hop has lost its heart and soul

Some had integrity but traded it for cars and gold

“You’re gonna be famous,” that’s what the record labels tell ‘em

But they’ll abandon you the moment that your record stops selling

It’s all just politics and greed within the industry

That’s why the underground heads work independently

Writing with complexity but doing shows for next to free, under the radar yet shining far past expectancy

So who’s the next emcee out here tryna get some?

Just think ‘fore you try to make this your profession

Headed the wrong way, rapping about your possessions

It takes more than a paycheck to earn my respect, son

And still, they're using bitches, money and weed to blatantly conform

This shit is funny indeed

What do you need these days to be a famous rapper?

Apparently not skills ‘cause the majority of y’all don’t have ‘em

So back up, take a look at your situation

Decide whether you’re doing this for money or innovation

The scene’s already become overrun with imitation so

Take it slow, be creative with your flow or hit the road

Time to go back to the roots from where you began

To all the truer heads, it’s time to take a stand

By writing what you believe, not what the people perceive hip-hop to be

We already know where that leads

And I’m not even feeling it, to be perfectly honest

So to all you record execs, I’m making you a promise

Next time you think you can’t sell hip-hop that’s conscious

Play this on the radio, I guarantee you’ll get responses