C-Mob - The Antidote lyrics

[Intro] Damn, rap game ain't the same no more Something gotta change What the f** is going on [Verse 1] Ever since I've stepped in the game You can tell I'm stressed in the brain Now I'm on a mission to murder these lames And leave em all left in flames I give em chest full of pain By the way I'm checking these lanes I cannot contain the anger That's flowin' within me, it's kept in my veins My mind's fried and jaded Cause I'm high and faded My eyes dilated, turnin' the tide I await it With rhymes I paraded, yes I implied I hate it All of the rappers that I hear on the radio If they die, I'm elated I come from a place where is dark and the bling fades When commercial rappers fall off, we just sing praise Chop em with the sling blades, show my sickening ways I am from the underground that is why I seem crazed Pitching a fit, and I'm back on my mischievous sh** But lyrics are twisted and sick Because I've been gifted to spit I put my fist in a lip, of wack rappers tryna act vain Cause nowadays something's wrong with the rap game [Hook] It's an introduction for those who are irrelevant You never heard me cause my lyrics are somewhat intelligent f** you swag rappers, yeah that's right I'm talkin' hella sh** If I hurt your feelings, your emotions are too delicate f*ggot rappers on tv it's time to change your channel hoes Skinny jeans are gettin' so tight they're showin' camel toes You're not hard, y'all are sweeter than some cantaloupe The rapgame is gettin' too soft I got that antidote [Verse 2] Midwest titan, been blest writing I said “swag” in the hook, interest heightens I'm coming for your neck, my teeth are in flesh biting I am Nosferatu mixed with ten stressed lycans Frightened is how I leave em and they wish they could k** me You might ride dirty but I'm gutter and I'm filthy I am on my A game, motherf**er Lil B The verdict for your h*mos**uality is guilty f*g! All you skinny jean rappers claim it's, swag! I'mma k** em all, fill em all, hit em all With them extra, mags! Y'all got the rapgame looking sickly While Weezy's kissin' Baby I'mma go holler at Nicky These cats are not rappers Just some gimmicks and some goofy hoes Lost boys walking around in tights like they're rufio Rappin' with a fruity flow, stay up outta studio Put down the microphone and stick to playin yugioh [Hook] [Verse 3] I'mma have nod and my family is rock solid Fans payin' attention and they listen to us drop knowledge All about my bidness, I stay on it I do not stole it Leave these wannabe rappers cryin' like they got colic Y'all are just a piece of trash I'mma break your teeth in half Y'all fakers sound funny as the Wiz Khalifa's laugh The game has been blinded, now it's time to see the light I cannot respect a man, who walks around in zebra tights Now I got these rappers walkin' on thin sheet of ice When they fall through, cats with talent will be eatin' right I'm comin' at you like a missle and it has deploy f** this scammin' a** rapper like that b**h Pastor Troy Quit rappin' like you're tough p**y sneak to love ballads You're exposed your bummy b**h a** on judge Alex You scare me too and you took me for the fin Yes you grew that beard to tryna hide the p**y on your chin You're a coward you can't even handle business like a man So you steal from struggling artist for some riches in your hands But I ain't trippin' what goes around, comes around So shame on you for stealin' from underground [Outro] Yeah, it's time to take the rapgame back how it just to be To real back when it was about lyricysm You know what I'm sayin' when motherf**ers had somethin' to say And f** this bullsh** that you hear on the radio all the time All this bandwagoon a** sh** One person get famous on some bullsh** And everybody else tries to copy it Just a bunch of goofy a** lookin' clones Now it's time to get back to that real sh** Welcome to The Antidote