Some rappers say "Imma do this to the game"

And I say when?

I'm equipped to critique with a chisel in my beak

'cause I'm not here to make any friends

Some say "God gave me talent, but I'd rather not"

I know you wouldn't give the wrong people talent, Pop!

I don't come to break bread

I'mma tear through the fabric of your existence! [/thread]

I said I meant all the sentimental

Sentiments that I sent to mental

But when y'all rap on a static level

You lack a pulse like ya lent all lentils

And somehow that's influential

The quintessential catch-all is

Gargling texts you sent over instrumentals

And calling it a hit record

I see you texting on the road to a show

Getting carpal tunnel in the car pool tunnel

Pop that bottle and list every single thing on this shuttle in a garbled mumble

Go for broke with their magnum opus

If Michelangelo rose up and handed over a sacred sculpture blessed by the pope

Then he wouldn't be half as dope as those kids

And that's a fact of show biz

Trap the most kids with rap hypnosis

Blinded and gyrating off the plank into the ocean

Until the album goes golden

The faster we hit repeat makes the madness seem like a natural thing

So scratch this beat

Let's make a disaster-piece

Trap their feet on the count of three

1, 2, 3, Go

(Yeah!)

A rapper's morality is a rapper's sense of mortality

Live fast, die young, that's the motto

If ya gotta problem just crack a bottle. Bravo

(Yeah!)

A rapper's morality is a rapper's sense of mortality

'Cause we'll all be dead eventually right?

No sense of good or bad without an afterlife, yeah

(Yeah!)

We're Machiavellian, with no consequence to be bothered with

If it comes off the top of head, and feels right in the end, then we got full confidence

They won't call it quits when they're living reckless

Accepting the highway to hell is their penance

But rest assured when the stupid end us

I promise it won't be stupendous. Nope

We're mixing a dropped call with a lot a gall and a black cauldron

Half the world's trying to build a home and the other half's trying to pad their coffin

I'd form a garden of antitoxins

But every harvest, an apple's rotten

Their dogma's barkin', my only option

Is to watch as the mask falls off the poppet

To be loud is to be controversial

No wonder the ones that we hear are the worst of 'em

Both sides are awful

Both sides are awesome

Both sides have a lot of problems

(Yeah!)

We're taught that our language is cruel

So words mean nothing and everything too

"Let's make a rap no with vowels."

"Or only vowels."

"Well that might offend those who have mouths."

(Ugh)-(Yeah!)

So I hold my tongue like a claymore

Doin' less to say more when flames form

Tick tick on the time bomb

Why not take your bygones

And just say bye gone

(Yeah!)

We're objectifying everything in eyesight

Our debt's so high that it's death defying

Our groupies follow sipping brandywine

And lady you may be a ten but you're asinine

(Yeah!)

What's the goal in this strange crowd

When every face is a haze cloud

And this game now is like Tetris:

First you fit in, then you fade out

If I frame it like a child would

And explain it like an adult should

Will it finally make sense and be complacent

With propaganda you paint as hatred?

(Yeah!)

Do you understand what I'm sayin?

(Yeah!)

Are you all robotic puppets they program to parent the popular vision their spitting and it's in your code to obey them?

(Yeah!)

Are you a fan of the mayhem?

(Yeah!)

Are you scared of the mayhem?

(Yeah!)

World peace, puppies, memes

Can I get an amen if ya hate them?

(Yeah!)

Those with no communication skills say communications kill

And take responsibility vacations still

This nation's ill and artists sail our culture up or down the stream

I'll be the rapper unafraid to name the cure: Morality