Esta - Good News lyrics

Yeah, so we got the rap game in a frenzy now, huh? Real emcees. We're going back to lyrics. People care about rhymes now, huh? What's raising the bar to somebody that can fly? Well, I got some good news and I got some bad news. Good news is, I'm not rappin to this beat. Here's the bad news Yeah! MOLA1. It's good news for me and it's bad news for the rest of you. I will not keep calm Everybody shut the f** up You got the right to remain silent and you need to exercise it I'll ask for your undivided I don't care if you're aspiring, conspiring, or just trying to rhyme things I'm tired and your time's expiring You lying motherf**ers all seem so see through We all speak the truth, then why the f** don't we believe you? You need more people. I see no evil Hear me speak and see you're nowhere near my equal Leave you bleeding where your heart'd be at Blow out an artery rap, I am the sh**, this is colostomy rap Y'all don't want to part of me rappin', it's hard to react Lethal Weapon I'm too old for this sh**, crotchety rap Part of me hates the rap game, it changed from the days when People that act the same would get called out for their lame sh** I ain't trying to be famous, I'm trying to make these rappers feel anxious Rearrange sh** and tear up the pages They hear what I recite in amazement, wonderin' why they would say sh** Comparing what I'm writing with Les Mis Wherever there's a mic and a stage is Where I'll be in same biz, right on the marquee where the name is Or catch me on the on the block, rooftop or the basement On the same sh** that made 2pac write changes The same reason Kennedy had died for a nation I see y'all on the knoll all co*king and aiming The Rocky of Hip-Hop is the name then So for every Clubber and Creed, I've got a knockout waitin I'll die for this art, it may not be what you want It may have started in the Bronx but this is Martin at the Kronk Yeah! MOLA1. It's good news for me and it's bad news for the rest of you. I will not keep calm