Every time I listen to the radio I fuckin hear MIMS, Jeezy, Lil Wayne. I'm sick of it and I just need to let it out, hence all my shit lately being about the epidemic of shitty thug rappers. JUST CUZ YOU SELL CRACK DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN RAP. And on the other end, just because you rap doesn't mean you could've/would've/should've or know anything about how to sell crack.
Let me just say it now, stop talking what you don’t know
Cuz real thugs got the block poppin but they don’t flow
Yeah you might have sold a bag enough with the holdin mags
Blowin tags, throwin flags, you was watchin oprah fag
And normally I wouldn’t be comin at the game
But when MIMS sells a mil you know somethin’s got to change
If hip-hop is shit drops then damn the game’s flaming up
But 6 glocks and clip talk is old so I’ma change it up
Every time I get a mic I leave another speaker broken
And when I run out of ink I fill my pen with hemoglobin
I’m like the rap Aristotle; philosophical mind
You can catch me on any day killin topical rhymes
May sound a little weird, still its logical thought
But I feel as though I’m the realest author since pac