Lyrics

You pick your artists based on money
My favorite artists haven't won the lottery
But they're lucky in love
You think there's about ten important artists
For every one, there's ten thousand more out there that are just as 'bout it
Awesome, awe-inspiring
Feel like I've said that one before reminding
But it needs reiterating and repetition
If you lead the sheep to slaughter, there's no coming after
I used to wanna be like artists
Now it's all recycled artists
Different cartons but same contents
Doing the best with the brain they've gotten
Picking beats easy to rap to and write to
You need to, have to rap like you
Don't let the beat or fad command mic rules
I wrap the rap around the beat, make the rapping hard, the rap in charge
Not allow beats to dictate what I speak about, how I speak about it
It kills me how rappers try to sound like him or him and she and be faking
Last time I learned from rap subject matter was Blastmaster, that was the 1980s
I picked up the mic 'cause Nas but haven't liked his stuff since "Life was Good"
But that's no diss on him
I'm just not like I was when I was in my twenty-somethings
You need to get pissed off first or else it's not you who spits this verse
If you don't feel nothing, you won't reveal nothing
What do you think will be coming? No rings
I like to go hungry, make the flow hungry, I'm a junky
Skip meals, so I spit this ill and slow down, kill at will
More technology doesn't make up for your poor ability
So get off that hill you call real, it doesn't impress me
Why don't you take a masterclass before you come back to rap, so you won't rap as wack
Why don't you try different positions?
Why don't you get out that studio?
Why don't you spit what I will listen and feel that it's cool, yo, instead of drooling for more because you never provide, boy, I want more
In this day and age, all these rappers robots
I can't tell the difference between the A.I. and if there's a warm body
So get off that soapbox and get on the chopping block
'cause I've had it up to here and I'm choking y'all nonstop
Listen to the flow, doc
Uh
As the last thing I want to say
You gotta come from the soul, make sure the emotions flow, 'cause right now there are none who do it like this, yo
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