now whats really real anymore in emcees material/
the fiction lyrical, more infectious then STD's to the vanerial/
burnt out artists, roasted more then 20,000 BTU's in the cumbustion chamber of a vehicle/
Recitin' in every jaw reflex, no complex text, just guns, money, and sex/
which topics fall quicker than mercury from descendin' climate effects/
Not to mention, poverty stricken emcees claimin' succession/
droppin' tracks about cars and jewels they see on television/
niggas useless like the cells without a nucleus in cell division/
While weak artists seem to influence listeners like hitler's provision/
promotin' the genocide of real emcees until they're nolonger livin'/
Hip Hop's gone from real to phoney, like frogs to tadpoles in a reverse of metamorphisis/ thats why i see mainstream rappers more like rap corpses/
lifeless enteties in deservence of toture in all extremeties/
in order to rid their existence in all neighboring cities and countries/
rappers have been replaced by RnBer's and originality by Biters/
songs about women are 90% of the topics produced by writters/
rap is dieing and revitalizing it is in the hopes of the underground/
to introduce new sound, so profound, it'll astound listeners enough resurect and turn hip hop around.