These other rappers rhymes, got my ears bleeding
While messages being received, i guess its deceiving
Its upsetting, should be regretting
sh** i can't even speak right so i guess, ill speak left
Been pressed for too long so ill get it off my chest, its confessed, cause im spittin the confession
Say youre gettin good i see no progression, trynna make it big, so your sell your soul, like a concession
Maybe you being fake is a sign of clinical depression
If rappin was a college major it'd be my profession, but its just self expression, i ask these kids lets spit (aye you trynna spit some rhymes?)
And they dont get the question, guess its cause im not talkin about shoes or true religion
But i already know im sh**tin on em like a pigeon, and in addition i have to say subtract your so called talent from around my way
You say youre sick well i spit the radio active decay, my sh** is toxic its catastrophic
Im not even mad, just a little bit psychotic, spittin supersonic, spittin at supersonic speed
Kinda sad how bullsh** rappers tend to succeed, talkin about toot it and boot and callin their sh** music
But me I stay up til 3 i call it cubic
When i hear your f**in music all i wanna do is mute it
You call your sh** music?
Me, i stay up til 3, i call it cubic
When i hear your f**in music all i wanna do is mute it
You call it music?
I stay up til 3, i call it cubic
When i hear your f**in music all i wanna do is mute it
All i wanna do is mute it
These so called rappers make me wanna blow my brains out
My knowledge and my cranium is no longer existent, but my rhymes are always persistent and consistent
I been around the world so you can say i been the distance, be thankful for your life cause it could be gone in an instant, for instance
Yall have no idea of whats goin on like an infant, the world is f**in us all over with no resistance
And yall could care less, livin life with no stress, i mean theres good and bad but it sure ain't the best
Im puttin yall to the test
Seein if yall understand
What i want you to hear, so im trynna spit it in ya ear
The system is playing you and me were puppeteers, all of you think life is so sweet like candy like the 3 musketeers
But i dont wanna get yall scared, no need to strike fear or tears
I just wanna keep it real, open your eyes
Learn about the truth, close your ears to the lies, open your eyes
Open your eyes
(wake the f** up)