[Verse 1: J-Live]
I was hearing this MC spitting this song
Rapping his a** off like 20 bars long
Voice was dope, the beat was mad strong
Sample was chopped fresh but something was wrong
It wasn't the flow, that sh** was right on time
He was all up in the pocket riding the ba**line
I was impressed by the words he chose to rhyme
It was a divine design similar to mine
Like man why I never thought to use that before this
Really all in all his rap style was flawless
But regardless for some strage reason I wasn't moved
Or compelled to laud or applaud this
Halfway through the song I'm already bored with
And I hate to sound so matter of fact
It was definitely dope, certainly not wack
There was something it lacked
Let me rewind the track
Listen once, listen twice, listen three or four times
To the point where I started to memorise the lines
I finally realised yeah, homeboy could spit
But it just didn't matter 'cause he wasn't saying sh**
[Hook]
I mean if ya'll not saying sh** I'm not listening
Saying sh**, listening
Saying sh**, listening
Ya'll stop saying sh**, I stop listening
Saying sh**, listening
Saying sh**, listening
[Verse 2]
Now it's 20-14 know what I mean
I feel like I seen and done heard it all in this rap scene
So you could say it's mean but see this look on my face
If it was a meme it'd be somewhere in between that
Condescending Wonka and the skeptical African
Do you mean to tell me that we talking 'bout that again
You on some next sh**, really are you sure?
Stop me if we ain't never heard this before
Ok, you got on some j**elery, you push a nice ride
You really like the color of the leather inside
You grew up in the hood and you're surprised you survived
You nice on the mic, top ten dead or alive
You prefer pretty girls especially thick
Coincidentally that's the type that's on your dick
Your crazy misadventures are unique and bugged
Like remember that time you shot guns and sold d**
Your next album's about to change the game
The world's on notice to remember yo name
You love where you live and that's where you get your style from
How I just summed up your last three albums
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Saddest part about it is I almost didn't write this
There's too many songs already just like this
In the name of hip hop trying to represent
Complaining about these rappers and they shallow content
Like they Luke Skywalker and they taking down Vader
Ironically the dark side is calling you a hater
I won't even go so far as to say it's insignificant
I can't even hate it, I'm simply indifferent
All this bullsh** is wearing down my endurance
All that's left to do is ignore your ignorance
You might be lying or it might be true
But who cares if it sound like everybody else too
And I'm not trying to tell you what to do
Let's make that very clear
It's your art and your career
But that sh** you kickin' I ain't tryin' to hear
So keep it over there and I'll be over here
'Cause for real man
[Hook]