TELL ME WHAT YOU GEEZERS THINK OF THIS ONE!

Sometimes i don't know,
sometimes i just kick it,
stay on point like a knife with a style that's so wicked

on the surface,
this shit look calm,
motherfuckers wanna find me,
wanna do me some harm,

my crew stick together and we keep shit tight,
we create fly shit,
we create what you like,

i got rhymes that come straight from the heart,
i'll kick it anywhere,
i'm about to start,

I've had enough of the lyrical bullshit,
that's coming out nowadays,
motherfucker, I rule shit,

Now what the fuck is up with this hip-hop pop,
it's damaging the game and it needs to stop,

i thought over time hip-hop would grow,
but the money came in and fucked up the show

now the power taken from the rapper by the record execs,
and if your shit ain't pop then they'll drop you next,

'cos you know i've had enough of this hip-hop pop,
destroying rap music it's lettin' it rot,

i thought i'd see the end,
but it just don't stop,
kick out credibility,
replace it wit pop

if you wanna save rap then you must stop,
buying their shit,
puttin' money in the pot

'cos you know i've had enough of this hip-hop pop,
put an end to sellin' out as a way to hit the top.

Holla at me and let me know what you tinkin' bout my rhymes

Big up yourselves!