The Rap Game

What the f**k ever happened to the rap game Everybody wanna clout chase and grab fame Rip apart all the art that the past paint I think they lost there way up in the fast lane What the f**k ever happened to the rap game Everybody wanna clout chase and grab fame Rip apart all the art that the past paint I think they lost there way up in the fast lane Im'a take it back to basics way before this rap got wasted Before the coloured hair and s**t was tatted on there faces Before the lean to the scene when cardi wasn't naked And goats were dropping lines in the basement Back in the day when emcees who blew up Were the likes of biggie and Tupac Who fricking chewed up and spewed up The sickest lyrics they brewed up A generation so clued up But now were stuck with the new blood Who think if vocals are tuned up They will not suck like a hoover That seems to be the problem right Every c**t is copping mics Stopping by dropping lines Not for the art, but to occupy And colonise your Spotify Its homicide to the hottest guys The ones they wanna fossilize Who give two f***s about what they write So all my lyricists you best be f***ing hearing this This pic and mix of little pr**ks Is fucking indie businesses these hypocrites Don't give a s**t spreading verbal syphilis That's why we got to protect the game Put rubber on these swinging d**ks What the f**k ever happened to the rap game Everybody wanna clout chase and grab fame Rip apart all the art that the past paint I think they lost there way up in the fast lane What the f**k ever happened to the rap game Everybody wanna clout chase and grab fame Rip apart all the art that the past paint I think they lost there way up in the fast lane So I sit and observe, the lack of sense in there words This whole game has been flipped autotuned an reversed Its absurd how they be rapping minimal words But when ya stacking syllables ya wont get the props ya deserve So what the f**k do they expect from us Do they want us to collect up dust Sit on the bench bop heads and be respectful of These sucker emcees who aren't even of the level of Us underground cats who sit on the f***ing spectrum of The greatest who made it rap pioneers who created The focused pupils fixated to elevate and inflate it An set the bar in high places out of reach of the mutated And fakers greatly invading this rap communities gating Soooo f**k them and the s**t that they class rap There a bunch of tits and they just hanging from bra straps Milking the game for that easy route and that hard cash Not knowing its a marathon and tripping on last laps What the f**k ever happened to the rap game Everybody wanna clout chase and grab fame Rip apart all the art that the past paint I think they lost there way up in the fast lane What the f**k ever happened to the rap game Everybody wanna clout chase and grab fame Rip apart all the art that the past paint I think they lost there way up in the fast lane So What the f**k ever happened to the rap game Everybody wanna clout chase and grab fame Rip apart all the art that the past paint I think they lost there way up in the fast lane What the f**k ever happened to the rap game Everybody wanna clout chase and grab fame Rip apart all the art that the past paint I think they lost there way up in the fast lane