Lyrics
Can't, it won't, it ain't gon' stop
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
Made in America, cover the grey areas
With black and white hysteria over the way we're pairin' up
They wanna dig a grave for us to lay us in and bury us
The mumble rap-a-thon is on and on, to the break of dawn
Rollin' up the green, pass it on, Grey Poupon
Pour a cup of lean and autotune it, how you make a song
Storin' up my chi, sorry if I kept you waitin' long
Actin' like I left when Ces is back in effect
Young rappers lackin' respect, they only after a check
Call it passive-aggressive, fact: you're not a factor of threat
I take a knee and protest, Colin Kaepernick
I rep the Backpackers to the death, most accurate yet
They pinnin' the blame on lyricism for a lack of success
I blow the spot, like the shade where they sleep
I pay to see you find your way inside this maze full of sheep
Playin' for keeps, they keep the game
Pad locked and roll the Maybach drop
Pushin' out the stock hits to make the payroll pop
The in– the industry turnin' out the same old slop
But no, it can't, it won't, it ain't gon' stop
It ain't gon' stop, it ain't– it ain't gon' stop
A babe twerkin' on the wall, bettin' they gon' watch
Okay, it might blow up, it may– it may go pop
But no, it can't, it won't, it ain't gon' stop
From my critique of what I'm peepin', it's a lame scene
They set you up to fail, they on the same team
Nobody questions what you meant, that man, you gangrene
Rappers hate on actors, but the fact is they the same thing
Everything is mainstream, sleepers have the same dreams
Pose with your clique for the picture, you let the chain swing
But what would happen if these rappers ever came clean?
Kickin' it to peasants with the message "We the same being"
I seen so many who hustle to no avail
They tend to get a chain but they playin' the show and tell
I'm losin' my religion so Satan can go to hell
And if such a place exist, I'll be safe if you hold a cell