Sunday, July 31, 2011

Mad Rapper Rant

These dudes wanna make it, but I just wanna make it better

They wanna divide and I'm tryna unify to get hip hop together

It's not even about cheddar

No amount of currency can move me mentally from where I stand currently

Inadvertantly my verses are certainly worthy

I thoroughly invest in these lines like I'm tryn to get coke high

I wont lie, it gets frustratin to hear these basic rappers on mixtapes

And they get deals like they flippin through newspaper coupon pages

Im so far gone Drake shit

While loopin up the soul of KRS

I laid yall, rest

So if they never invest, my confidence will still be obvious

Or blatant like the attitude of an impatient girl kept waitin'

So I'm left waitin' on my shot like a chemo patient

I'll be more/B more patient like I'm sittin in an office at Johns Hopkins

I won't stop it

Even if I run out of options like I'm Tommy Frazier and Abdul Muhammad

Some dudes get blinded by the fame, so they're one track minded

But what they don't realize is that the game gets set back by that one track

Who wan bet that if I got on tracks and said shit absurd, that I'd prolly be heard

I'm largely disturbed by those impertinent verses

You know, those one's where they swagged out w/ their cash out

Shit makes me wanna lash out til they pass out

I'm tryna quantify all the shit that I'm mad bout

I'll just say plenty or infinitely many

I'm seething evidently

But all you can see with that evidence, is that I'm better than

And you weak dudes won't even equal to my sequel

My word play is lethal and your weapons are less than

This was expected I'm blessed man

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