Frak - Pros & Cons lyrics

Theirs pros to hip hop but there's a Consequence When blind rappers turn around and lose their Consciousness And amidst all the swag lose their confidence Only rapping bout lettuce and other condiments Reproducing like they don't know where the condom went Contracted & controlled by the continent All their conflicts continuously contradict Too many poop metaphors man constant sh** So I constipate, and I confiscate And sit em down on yoga mats until they contemplate And I bring em to my temple and they congregate And the sermon tells em that they have to concentrate When they feeling themselves its so conceded If they're the truth then why do they conceal it But in context, there's no content Can't sit still or conjure any concepts All their material's watered down and condensed More corrupt than a conservative congress If Madeoff made off & A.Weiner showed his weiner, if I frak'd a couple chickens should I confess? Nah Nickname these new rappers the confederate Making ghettos feel so condescended They bout to blow? But no, they're congested k** em off, concussions to contestants But I hope they're words and soul's convertable Cuz nobody cares bout your convertible But if u wana conform for consumers Just call the one hit wonder conductor There'll be money ringtones and concerts But while you concur, I will conquer And hopefully hip hop will converse Cla**ic like converse, that was just my con verse When it comes to hip hop, there are pros and cons Positives and negatives for those who rhyme So everything that's spat to you is half the truth Lemee try to tell you with latin roots Yes, there are cons, but there totally are pros When locally the pros spittin' poetry and prose Heroically we flow, hip hop's making progress When your patient with your creative process And when you put your protons in your projects Not for profits, or gods prophets Not for proceeds, or promoters But to proceed like a pro's motor To uplift in a manner non-prophetic To keep it real and k** the autotuned prosthetic To relate, whether professin' or on probation And to free the mind, an independence proclamation To spit it so crispy, procrastinate, To spin it 360 protractor's way To wipe the sh** they bumping off the face of the earth, call it wack a** rapper's pro-active day This pro is spitting the prohibition I'm pro efficient My proposition's to prosecute all this prostitution P romiscuous rappers are far too provocative Stacking provolone, 6 figure approximates But when w e protest like a protestant And tell the truth, it's positively prosperous Now instead a cheese its protein and produce Choppin beets like produce in beats you produce Lyrical wizards fulfilling the prophecy Ign oring the propaganda and the property Make it deep, goosebump inducing profound Make it honest, make your fiends and parents so proud Put your heart and soul in everything you pronounce In every pronoun, you can be a pro now It's undeniable that hip hop's an art form Whether soft or hardcore, what are you making art for? Do you put your heart in your art and articulate Or do you part with your arts and participate Are you artificial? or is your art official? You write articles? Are does your art tickle? Are you artsy? Are you're an artist? Or do you need a therapist like Artest? Are your artistic? Or are you autistic? Your art is fiction? Or your art is fact? Do you suspend heart attacks with your artifacts? Are your artists the sharpest and smartest? Or are your artards dearly departed? Are you Bartleby's silence, are you art or science? Are you writing till you have arthritis The heart of all the art is if you put you heart in it Or do you do it for the bread like an artisan See this artistry though my arteries Got a semi-artoumatic; paintball artillery Art sounds, heart pounds, smart clowns, start crowds Hip Hop, wherefore art thou?