it's been dark years for the history of rap
and all fingers point to the mainstream's draft
but it's not all that, that's wrong with rap
when you hear back to back trash with rnb fags [fags]
you start to ponder will it ever change back, now?
that jay's nearly done, and em's collapsing
we hope for the 'tox but dre's always fastning
and there's no backdoors or way to get past it
with all the real lyricists being unsigned
and have no money to put out they classics
and even if they did,
they can't find stores so the kids could snatch it
instead you get sick of the catchy tunes
that make you wanna kill the bitch who rapped it
and one hit wonders who think they true magic
but they albums flop like mama's new plastics
and when the grammy lines up
they win a few awards and gain a few gadgets
and now they think they stars,
cause they got one hit in the top ten charts
'n' they become millionares but you never hear'em again
and dark days turns to years again
please feed...