K. Wiz - These Emcees lyrics

(Dex Amora) [Verse 1] These emcees ain't even real emcees They're called rappers, fake to the core I can't relate Wondering why they're always lying bout doing something they ain't Like, if you're making millions you ain't pushing weight Why lie? It's easier to tell the truth - keep it blatant See right through their lies it's almost as if these cats were naked ...We just ask for some truth in your lines But we can't even get that cause you don't write your own rhymes! I'm quite serious I'm sick of the same sh** Everyday on the radio, fisher-price that lame sh** To the point where you insult my intelligence We got a problem when your wackness hurtin my eloquence I'm just saying legitimate's non-existant Keepin it 100? Guess I got the game twisted But yo we bout to change that, please believe Cause everyone is bout sick of these emcees (Dex Amora) [Hook] (x2) These emcees ain't even real emcees They're called rappers the farthest from an ill emcee All these actors, I swear they all deserve Emmy's Give em a couple years you'll see them ALL on Tv (David L. Martins) [Verse 2] Lost generation, a face for the blind Chalk on the pavement, the basis for crime They talk pages and pages of lies And ol' strangers be changing their minds With a dime for a rhyme, and the shine to sell If heaven is a ghetto then I'll die in hell Among the rebels, never settle for the shrines of wealth And f** a bezel, the embellishment is clientele We all fell from the top, turned to rock and stone Shunned from the kings, where they watch the throne The process goes 'till the moshes grow And conscious souls, are led on to the promised road My mind is old, but I'm young at heart Inhale coal till my lungs are charred One love, to Aes, B.I.G., Pun and Nas Jay, Dilla, 'The Crates', Ikon and Ra [Hook] (x2) (K. Wiz) [Verse 3] How can you call it a rap With all the mental & vocab that you lack Television and radio got you caught in a trap Watch the pop trickle down, and move in to all the ma**es You see it if it smashed 'em or stached off your gla**es Just to establish your name in this industry We share the same ministry but not the same religion I came with a vision to elevate on my chosen platform Words of power and not to transform the dance floor What are your plans for, if there's no execution? I steady studied the greater, finding the best solution We need a resolution, or maybe an evolution Or keep it movin' in better hopes of a revolution To say we spread pollution is maybe an afterthought Real talk and rhythm is why they call my a rapper for It's got me standing tall, fist to the universe Gotta give it up to the past, stick to the last buzz [Hook] (x2)