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I hate your kind, you make the rest of us look bad

One day you're gonna leave and I hope you don't look back

Your main aim is to sell out and just take payments

Making vague statements, so do's a favour and stay vacant

Spitting bars is for the lovers of art

But you're only making music, just to reap in the cash

You can't be classed as the best if diny work hard

Step against a lyricist I'll rip you apart

Lets me past, your crap's blocking my spot light

You're struggling to make moves like you were hog tied

I ain't joking, mate, I take the music serious

You're only making music, just to brag to people hearing it

And that ain't cool to anybody who is relevant

They see you as a faker with a verse that's verbal excrement

You're quite shit, but we appreciate attempting it

But here's a big tip mate, you should quit for definite

Money changes folk, you disagree, you're in denial

Check the charts, there hasny been a decent track for quite a while

What's the reason? have lyrics became hard to write?

Or has it just now came to light, that they can be rich overnight?

If they dumb it down, sell the kids their gimmick life

They made theirsell a product, just to market what they thought was right

But the thought was flawed, and now it's come to life

That morals are an extra, just a perk if they get paid on time

But that ain't cool, if you influence a generation

You should be the ones that could be showing kids the path to take on

But you'd rather make the money and gain major sales

Than be a role model to the kids relying on your brains

You should be rapping for the love, not the bank notes

You brag loads, with cash flows and bang hoes and bash foes

Well you claim to, but working takes up most your time

And anytime you have a problem, bodyguard protect your life

Some of you are just pretenders with a fanbase

That swallows any shit you say, leaving them in bad states

Saying stupid shit like sqag and quoting yolo bitch

Society can make you sick cash or morals take your pick

You bad rappers just keep acting, we're going backwards

In the evolution of rap, we're getting weak bastards

And that ain't changing soon, but I can hope a bit

And maybe one day in my future hip hop won't be as shit

Cos right now, the state it's in is now annoying me

Not a single good track in the tracks, crap globally

I rap openly, I'm honest like I'm in confession

But other rappers talk about guns, they need to stop pretending

Then I can listen, I may relate to a song or 2

Right now, that shit's so fake, there's no reason to

You brag hard, claim that you can beat me down

But never seem to follow up the act, when you see me round

You're not a hardman, you just need to stop the braggin'

Cos your death threats are like your sex life - nothing happens