L.T.B. - Rappers in My Basement lyrics

I keep trying but I guess that I can't quit With bad habits a**ociated with this rap sh** I thought I'd be the nice guy, but it wouldn't have lasted Want to send every rapper to lyrical Hell in a basket With a bow tie, no lie, I don't know why they are so dry Talent-less, f*ggots in a cycle and it feels like they won't die Which, is ironic when you have no life Loves shoes and cars but won't go the extra mile, and has no drive The feeling comes over me, it's looking like I'm gonna write I'm going to have to run tonight, when nightmares come alive Back against my bedroom door, knife trying to steal my lung's supply If karma comes to get me guess I'll see you in another life So lackluster is rap, I can't believe I haven't called it quits Talent won't have to stay underground, once abolishment Told you I'm waiting on a rapper apocalypse Or at least lure Nicki into a coffin and then demolish it I've had rappers in my basement for days And I don't know if I should let them go or stay there and rot away I don't know if ever again they'll have anything worthwhile to say No, so in my basement they'll remain Mugs get hit, die when I spit I'll be smoking jokers like I got a 30.06 And I want to get under your skin the best that I could do But what I really wanted was to provoke, inspire and push you Rap is supposed to be competitive, not repetitive, not repetitive You sound like you've been edited by a brain-dead f*ggot on sedatives I can't tell if you're not trying, you don't care, or you're just lazy You need to step your game up, who gives a f** about your buzz lately No unnecessary adlibs or metaphors – I'm giving you straight facts Like how a white h*mos**ual might like his coffee, straight black If you don't like it, do something about it, it really shouldn't be hard to stop me Cause right now, you're a copy of a copy, of a carbon copy I think you think your brain is smart, but you should listen to your heart talking It might try to tell you somewhere you can discard your body I could destroy 98 percent of you with my weakest diss Collab with you, with my verse right next to yours to show how weak it is No topics, cause I'll just go off of it And good luck with your rap career, I hope you make it to the top, so I can throw you off of it I've had rappers in my basement for days And I don't know if I should let them go or stay there and rot away I don't know if ever again they'll have anything worthwhile to say No, so in my basement they'll remain I'm already read for the next one Move on to a new project as soon as it's done Too many lyrics have accumulated, I keep having this dream And there's no time to sleep during a rude awakening Your record should be proud silence, I laugh When rappers say “I could do this in my sleep” yeah, you sound like it Sleeping on the mic, you should be k**ed in slumber If you're rapping like “I need a pillow and a cover” I need a pillow, so I can cover your face Your songs to me are like breaths to you that you struggle to take Every second lasts forever, you just want it to stop But at least you can see light at the end of the tunnel while slipping off To radio rappers, I don't like any of you Please come to my basement, I have plenty of room Oh, you thought that this is a joke Bring your favorite rappers over to my house, didn't you know, that I've had rappers in my basement for days And I don't know if I should let them go or stay there and rot away I don't know if ever again they'll have anything worthwhile to say No, so in my basement they'll remain