Some sad rappers try to bring me down—make me feel your pain
Sadness ain't the only feeling that hiphop brings
Tell the story of your life—Y'all like to live in the past
Need to focus on the present—'Cuz it's leaving you fast
You don't wanna hear my message, But I'm telling the truth
If you can't flow original Then get the fu*> out my booth
"Cuz u can rap a nightmare and sing a rainbow, too
But when that's all you bring, it gets stale—who knew?
Critics hypothesize, they try to visualize
But can't see the truth reflected through their daddy's eyes.
Y'might fascinate the ones who still act brand new
Me? I ain't stressin' on your lesson, cuz I lived life, too.
Those actors aren't the factor, they just want to be
Up on a dope, tight track, from a producer like me.
I got my rhythm from genetics, my peoples ride in the South
They put the rhythm in my feet, put solid gold in my mouth.
And what I took from that, I give right back to you
Be yourself and don't let others tell you what to do
If you have your own voice, then give your own words,
Aren't you bored of just relivn' what you already heard?
Probably not, y'all like the spot, wanna make it hot;
You won't get on the mic and really make it drop
I understand, young brothers-that's okay
Keep doin' what you do, spit garbage everyday (it's ok).
And that ain't the last that I have to say.
You need to get on your one good knee and pray.
For a vocabulary,
that goes beyond the scary,
so your rhymes, if u got any left, will start to vary.
And while you're at it, go out and buy some rhythm too.
Do you have too much to say, but no beat to rhyme to?
It's not called complex, because you take a breath
And spit some lame-*** words, that still have no depth
One.
