Текст песни
Poets and philosophers, rappers and comedians
Put away the differences, I'll meet you in the median
The media ain't free cause it can be bought by some greedy men
Fetch my fucking coffee, son, and make that shit expedient
The scenery is changing now, on some funny shit
Rappers out here nowadays, they making country hits
What's up then? My flow is rough, no slouch
Disrespecting beats like Fuck your couch
Honoring the problematic pioneers and prophets
Of the culture you exploit and try to engineer for profits
The optics are psychotic when you cop the new robotics
Trade your stock tips for an option on the upcoming apocalypse
Rocking since my adolescence, ain't nobody stopping this
We suffering from suffering this painful dearth of common sense
Mumble rappers popping shit, topping all the charts and it's
A hateful wake-up call to those who be rhyming with cognizance
Often it's a problem when skill ain't the key to dominance
These poseurs out here faking now put the "con" in confidence
Postulating cost-effective ways to dupe the populace
Bombing your metropolis with dubious preposterousness
Bolster claims of opulence with rented cars and garments
Spitting nonsense bars, the prominence of fakery is obvious
The trend is more than ominous, makes room for apologists
Who lauding this when it belongs in Wack Emcees Anonymous
Honestly, I'm trying to be compassionate as I can be
But how can I be positive when trapped in this monopoly
Of bland authoritarians that pose as a democracy
Got to be a better way to get away from poverty
Sick of all this sameness, this auto-tuned monotony
They cheating on these beats but, me, I practice strict monogamy
Married to the rhythm, rhymes, and beats, and I'll probably
Rock with heat till dying takes me out of this cacophony
How did I get glued inside this rock n' roll suicide
I don't know, I'm stupefied, give you the facts and you decide
Who am I to hate on other rappers till I lose my mind
I write my own lucid rhymes, used to grinding, do or dying