[Verse 1:]
Everyone's a critic
And I prohibit your cryptic ways
Won't mimic my rhythmic slang
And cease the figment of those good ol' picnic days
And yee who comes today to ensure the dragon will be slayed
Will bring back forth the rain
Hol' Up no this isn't a fiction report
This is a game not a sport
We are thrown in and everyone wants the throne
I learned better
How I do in this populated and polluted city
No promotion and everybody wanna be stubborn
Going for the same occupation but the very hug burns
Tongue turns to fill raps like madlibs with swears they can't keep
It's sad 'cause I'm preaching to the choir but they to ignant & too cheap
My boys were banned by the ungrateful with a biased view
You didn't change rap
Na rap changed you
With this dumb down version that anybody can do
But only a few dues, can screw this
I haven't fallen into this abyss system, so don't ask me to join
James, I feel you now this is my Battle of Boyne
But still I feel like the...