EVOLUTION

Now what to do about the modern day lyricist The game evolved and left behind all their references But a few realized and are now resisting this Lyrics rather than beat is where they preference is What if I could satisfy both, you know Do no harm, Hippocratic oath, you know Evolve past the old head and new head split But that right there secures me as a niche misfit Hold up, flow switch, I just got in my bag did you notice F*ck my old shit Evolving to a new me, new beats, no snakes, don't hiss please Slowly show my greatness, striptease. Money sings to me like its miss keys They say I have an accent so let the ting squeeze I could go ignorant then go conscious on the next beat Or next line, versatile so we'll see how I feel next time Y'all keep the game on hold til I show up and press the nine It keeps everyone in check like it's a guideline You can either step up or step aside to the sideline But what do we do in the post soundcloud era Everybody walking around sounding like Juice Talk about drip till they dry as Sahara If that's what y'all buy, then that's what they'll produce Game evolved but we walk around sounding the same Making music now requires the dumbing down of a brain All I see is clones, y'all Mr.Smith on the beat I could put your unique words in a single tweet But what is it, is it content or filler Some people just do it all for some skrilla Snakes in the grass, figure out whos guerilla Before its your wallet buying their villa I could spit the wisdom I could break down the system I'm asking what do we do knowing you wont fucking listen It won't make a difference, arrogant icarus That's where the problem is, lyrics with no purpose Music became frivolous, substance became ridiculous Laughed at when you get technical and meticulous The game evolved, but with room for ambivalence Got mixed feelings towards the shit I got an inner conflict Variety in the genre's a good thing Until it's only made for the cha ching