I can write all I want but I’ll never get big

Tell me movies are the closest you’ll get to Hollywood kid

I sit back and accept it

Cuz reality is deceptive

These rappers represent it

Whom I looked up to for inspiration

But they went in following

Expectations of blessings he offered them

Hiding from fans their true intentions

Withholding feelings like a fag in the closet

Sold their souls

To the overlord

Of the underworld

Mutherfucka Luicifoe

No need to flow no moe

Their Santa Claus, watch the elf’s son

Ghostwriters, Sit back, relax, produce albums

Fucking bums eating scum drinking cum

Come, come, he tells me on the phone

Just trying to bone, and blow a load in my palm

Come to the dark side of wand

Fucking faggot, I rather eat maggots

Then worship him, singing hymns

Outta his book of revelations

If I don’t sell my soul then it’s done

My road to stardom is gone

Like all the Kush out of a bong

Just the resin of what could have become

My dreams will last long until I pass

Real Hip-Hop shattered like glass

Apostles of rap

Conveyed a message through a bottle

Now all been capped

Music industry, full of Beverly’s

Pure silicone, no more beauty

Once cover girl to the industry

Maybe it was Maybelline

Maybe it was make believe

Tell me with sincerity, Cuz

The love you had for me was sexy

When you exposed your body

Your physique

Captured my eyes as I listened silently

Flooding my soul with emotion

Feeling n every song had meaning

Now it means nothing

You broke our engagement

Our love is vanquished

We no longer form an attachment

Tell me these conspiracies are false

Tell me you’re not bonding with the devil at all

Honestly honesty is the key

With all honesty tell me why you left me

Stranded with fragmented fabricated memories

I’m not Sherlock Holmes, for me it’ll stay a mystery

Tell me please…

Hip Hop will never be the same b