Myself - WHO SHOT RAP lyrics

The notorious old school, ain't nothiing better than a cla**ic, trap beats the thing now, but dont go try and drag it This sh** fading away like kobe shooting the basket , bring it back dont go and sleep on it like a matress Ill rap the facts the fact that trap is whack and ill try my best to attack the crap But the fact the rap is trapped in the dark like bats, makes me wanna grab the gat and shoot my cap sh**s whack mother f**ers ain't spitting the heat, sh** crusty a** f** like the back of ur feet Imagine this trend of rap ten good years from now, mumbling their words like a kids a**embily speech Might start popping ur teeth , the industry is falling of WTF is coming to May detective look for answers making it a funny clue, talk about the the same thing half the sh** no even true And still getting the bread regardless like a dam hungry j** Lll put a gun on you, cheesy rhymes and flow getting me tight No real bars, make a hawk start loosing his sight , my style t'l make penquins go and start taking up flights Spitting the unexpected like a nerd starting a fight All blind turning the wroing direction, rhymes is whack and producing sh** like their small intenstines n***as loosing their bars like bad phone reception ,sh** is breaking up no signal but their connection HOOK X2 (Who shot rap, hot bars on the regular who got that sh** these days, it ain't worth to play, yah all sound the same tell me who taught that) The real sh** was a**a**inated enough chit chat , think they all packing the goods ama have to strip that Unscrewing the tools of the game to standing up right , ill spit punch lines but could finish with b**h smacks Sit back homie i got the recepie stored in me , too high for yah to reach tho like the top of forest tree More than then just making it top , their also maintnence, fire it up, be a angel but am not satan I go my on road my own way am like a wizard, exept the road is not yellow, act like am sacred so When i drop my confidence, the gang w'll bring up all 3, the lion, tin man, and the scarecrow Never flop stay on my grind so put a sock in it, always got new puches better go start jotting it Going fast, am a bullet with the silencer, check my hat its all black, am mad am a cop tripping........ ....................... Obeying the law w,d make a n***a stop slipping, all leaning towards the bad, stand up right you'll stop dripping So if real rap and trap fight ama have to start hitting , am not kidding, i could win but if he ain't dead am not finish Take his body throw it in the water wit all the fishes , but u ain't suffering enough so ama have to start switching Their ain't no limits Both dead , bring real rap back with resusitation , all who agree with me, just takes a little patience All this fake sh** derserve to die in the name of jesus, 12 followers is enough to start the justification