[Hook]

The mainstream spittin' skill, those days are long departed

What is an MC now beyond a harmless target?

Just listen to 'em now, these fools are hardly starvin'

Their songs are artistry topped with a garbage garnish

Who's a real lyricist? Clearly they ain't near it

Clearin' their samples but never clearin' their lyrics

And this empirical evidence suggests they're weak and I hear it

Is it the beat that they're fearin'? We'll get 'em disa-ppeari-earin'

What spirit's appearin' in all the shit you say anyway?

You're just mimickin' other bitches and spittin' the same

Primitive shit about dickin' a chick while you lit up a spliff and you finished a clip

And it's all while you sit on your millions of bills, you live in a ridiculous video game

That's great, so what if all the monotonous nonsense you talk about is true

Big shot dealer in a suit with loot? Wow, good for you

I'd rather listen to the outlet of a rappin' accountant crew

Who wanna rumble cuz somebody fucked up on a W-2

At least guys like Biggie, Rae, and Jay all had somethin' to say

Every story portrayed rang true with each word they sprayed

Interesting, riveting, kept me listening for days

Brilliantly vivid and skillful, essentially everything you ain't

[Hook]

[Lish]

Whatever happened to rappin' that actually mattered?

Like The Message Straight Out of Compton makin' all the cops scatter

Or bein' Marshall Mathers talkin' about That Night in Albur

You Wonda Why They Call U Bitch? Well here's the answer

[Smevz]

It's cuz you treat the craft like a pretty girl with a rich dad

Do and say the right things and there's cash to be had

Monosyllabic in practice because your passion is absent

I've seen fat chicks with mattresses tied to their backs with more talent

Fuck the braggin', you're actin' like it's you that they're bumpin'

When really it's just the beat that they're feelin', you got nothin'

But these motherfuckin' moneyhungry country bumpkins mumblin'

Over bass farts, think they're way hard, but without 'em, they're just fumblin'

It's deplorable, horrible, like kiddie porn made affordable

And exported to portable media player recordables

That's allegorical - just in case your brain's not supportable

It's common knowledge modern hip hop isn't exactly all oracles

[Hook]

I'm a - product of rockin' The Chronic, 2pac and honest concoctions

Wu-Tang and Onyx and Nas it's, hip-hop goin' off at its strongest

Taught me that stoppin's no option, tell y'all it's on, Sabotagin'

Forgot where y'all Lost your Wallet? We stompin' ALL you imposters

Warm It Up like Kane, flame the main stage, reclaim the game

We're takin' your paper and bangin' your dames, no babes, no bank, you'll have nothin' to say

My Melody tellin' me all about you fakes, how you're apin' the greatness and all sound the same

I could arrange orangutangs to come take your place, and from the flow nobody could study and notice the change

Y'all slack off, while I'm droppin' Black Thoughts

And if y'all don't grab on, it brings you to a fast stop

Like a blood - clot, really think your shit's hot?

Hate to Break it so fervent like Kurtis Blow, yo but it's not

I've been tryin' to like it, it gets all the kids bumpin'

But these guys are like Seinfeld, they rap about nothin'

And they admit it! The shit they spit is so pitifully miniscule

For sake of riddlin', indolent, it deserves all the ridicule

[Hook] (1.5x)

Ah, fuck it