[Intro: Psyonik]

It’s a crying shame

This art form has become soulless

Solely to be sold while siphoning souls from the vessels with voices

Choices are no longer parts of the contract, so hip hop contracts diseases

Created in a million dollar laboratory

The stories told between the lies, between the lines, between the singles they try to call hip hop, is a crying shame

[Verse 1: Psyonik]

It’s a crying shame ya’ll chasin a dying flame

Like trying to fly a plane remotely inside a train

On a that runaway status, that one a day status

Like trying to make it rain on a summer day sadness

This an art form, somethin’ to make your heart warm

Don’t make sense to be a comet in a star storm

Just show them who you are youngin

Make sure you finish if you ever think to start somethin

You the Luther King, I’m sure you gotta dream

I’m sure you got a lotta plans for you and your team

See I’m the dreadlock ninja, assassinate your pride

But wake your soul up enough for you to make a stride

Take a step in the direction where your soul stays

Make sure you plant those feet and that the soles stay

Never be ashamed crying

Everybody in life must face the same lion

[Verse 2: Local-K]

I am nothing but a thought incomplete

A birth certificate is insignificant when you're me

A name coincident though equivalent to that of a beast

Pain is imminent when faced with the wrath of a wolverine

The path chosen is woven by my foes and enemies

But my focus is intricate, I'm truly infinite

Omnipotent, It was I Jehovah was witnessing

More over, I was exiled due to my insolence

That wasn't holy water at my Christening

Within my belligerence are secrets to success, so listen in

I'm Phil Jackson my pen is full of zen

A revolution and nothing less, I'm tryna' implement

See the execution is crucial, I'm born vigilant

Waiting on miracles like I'm tryna' watch the Pistons win

With my mind as my instrument, my word is bond

These are Adrian Peterson ligaments, I'm Viking strong

[Verse 3: Shad Fer]

Too many kids tryna be rappers and too many bad rappers already

And it ain’t about the craft yo, it’s half getting ya stacks up

Other half is getting head from them bad chicks in bed

And it’s embedded in your soul, wearing gold, letting hoes

Get a hold on your heart then a gold card for clothes

To buy then they push out, Kunta Kinte whip the kush out

Still a slave to the hood route, Barack Obama armor but my bush loud

In the business of killing the critics without a lookout

And if I sense a witness I'mma flip out, still stick the dismount

Cause this for you listen to and snitch bout

A nigga had to switch styles just to get paid to perform

And I'm appalled but they applaud so I'mma make it the norm

Often ask God why I’m Bahamian born

But the answer to that’s contained in my songs

Could find shade in the palms or I could bathe in the sun

But I stay raising the bar to places you ain't gonna come

[Verse 4: Chop]

Back at home, I'm from a spot, where cops would pass us slow

Packin-O's, parks with backboards but didn't have no goals

Funny, cause some us turned addicts, to relax the load

Adderalls, we could bring that rock up to Abbey Road

Pretend-we-no-one, plenty misnomers, for those who pull us over

Lookin over shoulders, that kush-odor, will give us both up

A Little older, we was just petty-soldiers, to get us noticed

Switch from coke-white to penny loafers, and sandy sofas

Sammy Sosa, that thug image done lost it's color

Start to shudder, coulda been me, shit I lost a brother

Spark-the-dutch-up, as high as gutters, but still be under

Stressed out, in a cess-cloud, that's deception fa ya

Look-Alive, I'm so damn scared to look inside

For Shore, we ride, Cause Doors don't open up as much as snooki's thighs

Bullshit aside, for these lines i want a pulitzer prize

But I'm more closer to get a spitzer from a nigga's nine

[Verse 5: Isaiah G]

Let me ask enough, if you can last the rough

This for my niggas putting shit up in the plastic cup

A crying shame, just eating a lions game

I travel Orion's plane to keep my britches up

Then fisticuffs with the mischievous, I'm Schindler with a list of us

To take out, while you make out I fake routes

Like receivers nigga, make y'all won't even gon believe this nigga

Make his mom and dad wife and children wanna leave this nigga

I heave and shiver, from withdrawal from the league of sinners

Terrorize the city like Katrina nigga, cause I'm on

The same tricks, just run up on sane clicks

Then attack and leave em shook like Kawhi in game six

I'm anxious, my patience is awfully lean

Utter a syllable I crunch him like some coffee beans

Cut him like he's off the team, cause he ain't ever bout to get back

You quit that, or I rip his body like some fucking gift wrap

Prolly call it a mishap, the judge give me a wrist slap

Then I leave the pen and do the same shit like I missed that

Now, I relish more the times I was let a shore

Cause I get to keep it all 3 Hunna like my credit score

But not poverty bars, I'm positive y'all, possibly cause

I don't just own you niggas I deposited y'all

Utter a homophobic slur just like I closeted y'all

I shoot a nigga for his kicks I foam posited y'all

Look, I was crying shame but its over now

Cause my tears dried and now I gotta cold shoulder, wow