Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rap Is Not Pop, artist - Apathy.
Date of issue: 09.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rap Is Not Pop |
Y’all are a buncha posers, with over exposure |
JJ Fad hair cuts and padded shoulders |
Next year, dudes will probably be wearin' high heels |
Make-up like a bitch, do whatever to sign deals |
And I ain’t just some old head stuck in my old ways |
But I ain’t feelin' rappers who look like they go both ways |
Was raised in the greatest generation to do it |
And you can hear it in my music now that rap is polluted |
I’m like the Druid, a human, removin' all of the sewage |
That y’all are spewin' and stewin' in dirty bodily fluids |
I’m like the Brita to get rid of the shit they put in the water |
They started to poison the people, the people they alter |
Fluoridating, sedating the brain and breakin' they will |
The same shit happened to rap, they extracted the skill |
It’s like pop is a poison, in the form of a pill |
And you understand the risk, but you takin' it still |
Every body recycles everybody else beats |
50 versions of a song, 30 times in a week |
That everybody repeats, that everybody is weak |
East coast rappers be dick ridin' dirty south beats |
There’s no sense of culture, it’s over, it’s a wrap |
Like what whites did to jazz when the music was black |
Now these Internet fuck boys speak like it’s fact |
With that overly emotional rap, it’s so wack |
Rap is not pop, If you call it that then stop |
You ain’t ever lived it, you new to hip-hop |
Downloaded, googled it, when an album dropped |
Never ever ever been inside a record shop |
Rap is not pop, If you call it that then stop |
You ain’t ever lived it, you new to hip-hop |
Downloaded, googled it, when an album dropped |
Never ever ever been inside a record shop |
I put a bullet in my radio, put it out of it’s misery |
It’ll be a cold day in hell before they get to me |
Never surrender to their gender bender agenda |
Remember Nebuchadnezzar and just return it to sender |
I’m bout to burn it forever they Babylonian loadin' in |
The subliminal Visuals since you watched nickelodeon |
Or the pimp at the podium talkin' slick til you vote for them |
I’d rather cut 'em open and soak the fucker in sodium |
Stadiums packed with clones who scream and clap |
For an auto-tuned hack singin' emo rap |
Y’all need to stop what ya doin' like my Preemo track |
You’re so arrogant, it’s embarrassin', your ego’s wack |
I’m too… Kool G Rap for these new school cats |
I’m Freddie Foxxx with burn marks from Glocks on wax |
I hi-jack racks relax steady stick to the facts |
'Cause stick up kids is out to tax |
Volume at the max with the sunroof back |
I was rappin' when the rappers didn’t care about a plaque |
Or the plastic facade, it’s fact it’s a fraud |
Aps classic a rap intergalactic god |
Escaped from a pod like Kal-El from out Hell |
With flows that would make any earthlings mouth melt |
Yo… Watchin' MTV With Public Enemy |
Peace to Ted Demme, I was raised on that energy |
Rap is not pop, If you call it that then stop |
You ain’t ever lived it, you new to hip-hop |
Downloaded, googled it, when an album dropped |
Never ever ever been inside a record shop |
Rap is not pop, If you call it that then stop |
You ain’t ever lived it, you new to hip-hop |
Downloaded, googled it, when an album dropped |
Never ever ever been inside a record shop |
«Play me in the winter, play me in the summer |
Play me in the Autumn, any order» |