[Intro: Wiser Observer]
Weed. Money. Molly. Fucking models
Weed. Faded. Twerk. Popping bottles
[Verse 1]
Man it's no wonder
That they hate the rap genre
'Cause all they rap about is living in excess
Popping mollys and smoking marijuana
Man it's no wonder that three out of five rappers alive
Reach top five of pop charts and then just blunder
They say the music's too rough. They had enough
"Tuma rap doesn't pay. It's time for growing up"
Well check the clock on the bomb. 'Cause it says it's time for blowing up
To the rap game they're still showing up
Meaning that it's never only been about stacking up
Sure we'd love the pay but it's also 'bout showing off
Our talents and skills and showing that we've got the stuff
Nam rap is blowing up 'cause Nam rappers had enough
Of people judging the game, when the game is full of power puffs
They want a real hero they want the Justice League
They want Wiser Observer they're waiting on for me
[Hook]
Oof, and they hate rap
The arrogance in rap
Man they hate that
They hate they rap about the money and the clothes
But little do they know
The whole mass appeal, man they're the ones that made that
Yo! They hate rap
The braggadocio in rap
Man they hate that
They hate they rap about the violence and the hoes
But little do they know
The whole mass appeal, man you're the ones who made that
[Verse 2]
And every Namibian's a rapper oh yes they are
It's no wonder that rap didn't welcome me with open arms
We're over populated, people ready their batons
To seal us up and cull us down I guess they've had enough
"Rap isn't music" They always say with confidence
Rap isn't music? Don't you hear the instruments?
Don't you hear the bars, how they are, how they compliment?
Rap is taking over. Pay attention to the increments
They say rap's instruments aren't real
But listening to Swedish house Mafia, now tell me how you feel?
In the club out loud
"Dad is rap really dead?"
"Don't you worry child
Because Wiser Observer's going to save us now
It's time for a change it's about that hour"
'Cause they hate rap I guess they're listening to house now
They hate reap I guess they're listening to rock now
Forget soft I'm rapping hard for shock
The current crowd all headshots, no dumbdowns
And I've got that drive that'll rundown
Rap is not only about the rhymes now
You think your skills are pretty sharp?
Well bring your knife flow to this battle and get gunned down
That was some wordplay for ya
Now ask your favourite artist for them to do that for ya
[Hook]
And they hate rap
The arrogance in rap
Man they hate that
They hate they rap about the money and the clothes
But little do they know
The whole mass appeal, man they're the ones that made that
Yo! They hate rap
The braggadocio in rap
Man they hate that
They hate they rap about the violence and the hoes
But little do they know
The whole mass appeal, man you're the ones who made that
[Verse 3]
And I'm not hating on mainstream. I still love it though
I came up with these lines about a week ago
I just don't like the YouTube community confidently commenting cowardly behind WiKiboards
When they know nothing about the genre
They're just drawn to that internet propaganda
They say rap is 'bout women, money and gangbanging
Nirvanna rocks so they jump on that bandwagon
Still bumping gangster rappers. I'm still feeling them
They hate the violence and misogyny, but praise Eminem
That's all I'll say about that
20 years since it's birth still haters in rap
Well let them hate, let them hate I'll still spit on the track
It's been a while since I rapped, I'm still screaming I'm back
Cause truth told my rap mode is still in attack
Warfare to let them know where it's at
[Hook]
And they hate rap
The arrogance in rap
Man they hate that
They hate they rap about the money and the clothes
But little do they know
The whole mass appeal, man they're the ones that made that
Yo! They hate rap
The braggadocio in rap
Man they hate that
They hate they rap about the violence and the hoes
But little do they know
The whole mass appeal, man you're the ones who made that