How come I'm at a place where rap bores me
Where pitchfork squads take offense to my snoring
How come nas ain't doing sh** for me
But i'm tripping off a synth and a disco beat?
This was my first, my biggest love
Can it really be that all feeling's gone?
Little one, let's take a look where we went wrong
Thusiam all my ent's gone
First off this is not some "2006 whiny b**h
Hip hop's dead i hate trendy sh**" sh**
No this is different, feel so alienated
When the crack hits everoyne but me
I just stand and wait and
This true for yeezus and for DOOM and for King Kendrick
The feel is gone and there's no way to bring it back and
Maybe it's really over we have no future
To stick around for
Or i'm losing touch with the elements
Do I need to go out more?
But then again they say genius at an early stage
Means nothing more than pa**ion and otherwordly taste
Where you can't create the good sh**, but you recognize the good sh**
And sometimes you're so great everybody seems as woodheads
So babe, maybe it's wrong to off this
Cos it may be year zero and i'm the jesus off this