Lyrics The Antidote - C-Mob

The Antidote

Damn, rap game ain’t the same no more
Something gotta change
What the fuck is going on
Ever since I’ve stepped in the game
You can tell I’m stressed in the brain
Now I’m on a mission to murder these lames
And leave em all left in flames
I give em chest full of pain
By the way I’m checking these lanes
I cannot contain the anger
That’s flowin' within me, it’s kept in my veins
My mind’s fried and jaded
Cause I’m high and faded
My eyes dilated, turnin' the tide I await it
With rhymes I paraded, yes I implied I hate it
All of the rappers that I hear on the radio
If they die, I’m elated
I come from a place where is dark and the bling fades
When commercial rappers fall off, we just sing praise
Chop em with the sling blades, show my sickening ways
I am from the underground that is why I seem crazed
Pitching a fit, and I’m back on my mischievous shit
But lyrics are twisted and sick
Because I’ve been gifted to spit
I put my fist in a lip, of wack rappers tryna act vain
Cause nowadays something’s wrong with the rap game
It’s an introduction for those who are irrelevant
You never heard me cause my lyrics are somewhat intelligent
Fuck you swag rappers, yeah that’s right I’m talkin' hella shit
If I hurt your feelings, your emotions are too delicate
Faggot rappers on tv it’s time to change your channel hoes
Skinny jeans are gettin' so tight they’re showin' camel toes
You’re not hard, y’all are sweeter than some cantaloupe
The rapgame is gettin' too soft I got that antidote
Midwest titan, been blest writing
I said «swag» in the hook, interest heightens
I’m coming for your neck, my teeth are in flesh biting
I am Nosferatu mixed with ten stressed lycans
Frightened is how I leave em and they wish they could kill me
You might ride dirty but I’m gutter and I’m filthy
I am on my A game, motherfucker Lil B
The verdict for your homosexuality is guilty
Fag!
All you skinny jean rappers claim it’s, swag!
I’mma kill em all, fill em all, hit em all
With them extra, mags!
Y’all got the rapgame looking sickly
While Weezy’s kissin' Baby I’mma go holler at Nicky
These cats are not rappers
Just some gimmicks and some goofy hoes
Lost boys walking around in tights like they’re rufio
Rappin' with a fruity flow, stay up outta studio
Put down the microphone and stick to playin yugioh
I’mma have nod and my family is rock solid
Fans payin' attention and they listen to us drop knowledge
All about my bidness, I stay on it I do not stole it
Leave these wannabe rappers cryin' like they got colic
Y’all are just a piece of trash
I’mma break your teeth in half
Y’all fakers sound funny as the Wiz Khalifa’s laugh
The game has been blinded, now it’s time to see the light
I cannot respect a man, who walks around in zebra tights
Now I got these rappers walkin' on thin sheet of ice
When they fall through, cats with talent will be eatin' right
I’m comin' at you like a missle and it has deploy
Fuck this scammin' ass rapper like that bitch Pastor Troy
Quit rappin' like you’re tough pussy sneak to love ballads
You’re exposed your bummy bitch ass on judge Alex
You scare me too and you took me for the fin
Yes you grew that beard to tryna hide the pussy on your chin
You’re a coward you can’t even handle business like a man
So you steal from struggling artist for some riches in your hands
But I ain’t trippin' what goes around, comes around
So shame on you for stealin' from underground
Yeah, it’s time to take the rapgame back how it just to be
To real back when it was about lyricysm
You know what I’m sayin' when motherfuckers had somethin' to say
And fuck this bullshit that you hear on the radio all the time
All this bandwagoon ass shit
One person get famous on some bullshit
And everybody else tries to copy it
Just a bunch of goofy ass lookin' clones
Now it’s time to get back to that real shit
Welcome to The Antidote