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)