Sick of this, sick of this scene
Are you mad? I'm no mad...
I'm madder than Asian Nomads
With Genghis Khan on horseback
I'm pillaging villages, k**ing n willing to
Leave your f*cking throat slashed
So Know that. You're hopeless
I'm f*cking on that war path
And like a train crash; we kin scrap
- take it off tracks
My focus, like locust
A plague if you don't notice
I Infected as expected yet neglected
See my motif (and my motive)
Is reoccurring jokes with, fun poked at;
The scene and all that's seen in this has-been atrocious dick showing contest
It all seems pointless
And as new rappers join us, it circles back the process
The progress
And the ones that made it, or claim it
Now just feel alienated
[Hook]
(Now it's all behind me)
Are you radge? I'm no radge
Amazed at these rapping torags
They saying, claiming and aiming for fame
As if I didn't know that
So hold back, that's so whack
I'm f*cking sick of most rap
And not 'sick' as in 'sick with spits'
Like sh** rappers boast at
I'm actually sick n pissed and live with this and try and grow that
I planted a seed, and hoped to achieve
I believed that they'd support that
But face facts, they on Facebook
They 'like' that, but don't listen to
It's all pffttttt...
Now we all just look the same, dude
Make moves, represent
But most of the time it's just resent
And a mix of regret...
I miss when this wasn't in my head
[Hook]
(Now it's all behind me)