[Hook: Swami Netero]
Feel like
We've fallen from grace/
Alot of sh**'s changed
Since the greats left the game, man/
Feel like
I've fallen from grace/
I'm caught up in this cage
And it's f**ing up my gameplan/
[Verse 1: Swami Netero]
Look, yo what the f**
Happened to rapping?/
Went from spitting hot bars
To spitting 'bout high fashion/
'Cause these bigger n***as stacking
And got a spending habit/
For some fancy fabrics
Smaller n***as acting like they have it/
sh** is wack, y'all some f*ggots
Only in it for the money/
I'm trying to be the greatest
In the motherf**ing country/
sh**, the planet goddamnit
You can keep your 360/
All i need's a mic
I'm guaranteed to make history/
Mobbing through the city
With the gods and the godesses/
Who never clock their pockets
To certify their accomplishments/
Optimists who know the hottest
Started from the bottom/
All they did was make a plan
And made damn sure they followed it/
Money comes regardless
As long as you've got the love/
So I ain't trying to switch it up
To make a couple hundred bucks/
I'ma just do what I want
And that'll never be compromised/
I'll keep it true to real music
'Til the day I die/
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Swami Netero]
Yo, what the f**
Happened to me?/
Wrote a couple tracks a week
Back when I was 18/
Now all I do is drink
Work, sleep on the weekends/
And all the homies asking me
If Wordsmith's completed/
sh**, I'm three tracks in
And got to drop this sh** in four months/
But all I'm trying to do
Is smoke, chill, and pour up/
Busy getting tore up
Trying to have fun/
When my a** could be at home
Making music for once/
Man, I'm stupid as f**
Just like the same guys I criticize/
All they make is music 'bout
Popping bottles, getting high/
Still I always listen
When I'm chilling with my n***as/
Then flip it when I'm temperate
And treat it like the sh** is dry/
But why's it need a message
Just for me to give props?/
'Pac did both styles
And still spit hot/
So why do I
Got a higher standard for Hip Hop/
When I listen to rock
That don't ever say sh**, huh?/
[Hook]