Listen! I got a bone to pick with rap.
It isn't what it used to be but we can take it back.
You want a record deal? You only gotta scream and mumble.
I don't think I'd mind so much if they could keep it humble.
Coming from a time when hip-hop used to be brain food.
Nowadays a rapper's like 'How much can I pay you
for a million Youtube hits to get these stupid kids
to believe I'm the hardest artist with the truest shit?'
Listen! but they're not even fluent.
They don't even rhyme. They're a parasitic nuisance.
Leeching off a younger generation full of puppets.
Make them do the song and dance and leave them all corrupted.
They don't listen to the verses but they're jerkin' and twerkin'.
Never even heard a word of it but certain it's perfect.
Miss the days when passion used to burn like a furnace.
We went from license to ill, to only hurt with a permit.
Listen!

and we here! Don't act like y'all ain't heard the crew.
Motherfuckers out there changing faces more than Kirby do.
Caribou don't spit street but I got the curb enthused
because I got the courage to just blurt the truth.
Wine sipping mind spinning as I observe the youth.
A new and improved version of an ancient loop.
Inspiration chasing, breaking out the cage of frustrations
The abrasions I've sustained with my escape
Are mere reminders that things remain the same unless we change them
Acid rain upon my thought train done stained my brain-stem
a bloody red and rusty. Fed up, bunch of just forget it.
Things that bother me about my past I'm not going to let it.
I just want to be a part something somebody might want to mention
As a part of their method of success, then
I'll know a motherfucker passed the test,
and made the planet a better place before he left it.

Wait a minute. Take it back. Bait the fishes faking raps.
Catch 'em, fry 'em up with ketchup, then I'll take a nap.
They're just looking for a chain to steal and steady tryna make a mil,
begging for a label deal but they're still using training wheels.
I guess sometimes you gotta run before you walk though.
Running off at the mouth doesn't count. It's not a talk show.
Evacuate the building because we're always spitting hot flows.
How the hell did you get in from the get-go? You're not dope.
All these rappers focused on materialism.
What's the point in having money if you're giving up living?
Should be getting uplifted, instead you're hitting on women.
Everybody needs affection but some get it with rhythm.
You can fake it 'til you make it but passion has no replacement.
Live to work to live to work to live to make a statement.
Every week I break the bank. I need a better payment.
No more playing a game with fate. It's time for realization.

and we some enigmatic bastards casting incantations.
Not your average modern day savages lacking patience.
Straining the thing that I masticate with
For the sake of spreading imagination
and my fascination with natures changing faces
plus the fate of homo sapiens.
Just take a look at the state we're in
All crazed and lazy ever fading away
In the land of the free daily lies are exchanged
All the while the silence is loud straight refusing to break
Such a shame. What a waste, just a drain on the human race
It's how we've been trained
Living under the thumb of a disgraceful wave
They'd rather see us enslaved than see what we can create
It's insane, so to me the decision is plain.
You're either fighting for you're freedom or letting your brain dissipate.
Listen up!