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