Its kinda weird looking at the rap game, from outside..
Trying to define, what’s hot and what’s not, brakes my spine..
I find the ignorant people who’s hating on rap music..
Is waiting, hearing Chingy & Ja Rule abuse it..
Or losing it, from all the harsh beef that’s constantly started..
By rap artists, who got heart for pop charts & markets..
I’m Stressing their just investments, treated like Guinnie pigs..
Simply product of a recipe born and dead quick..
Ever since Pac died, the image of commercialism..
Followed a certain system, so distant to first visions..
How raps created and how ya sposed to make it..
They just fake it, for cheap thrills, the moneys there for the taking..
I’m aching to see some emcees step to the plate..
And send the rest of the wanna-bees, straight through the exit gate..
To show these fucking idiot kids, what raps really about..
Fuck judging us from MTV, get that BS out..
I see less clout, with making bad false assumptions..
Cause these obstructions anger me, more then morbid abductions..
Some commercial productions, get the problems mixed up..
Thinking pop is what we want, but not really giving a fuck..
About our music, just the other day, I watch a TV show..
Some dumb ass hoe said rap emotionally blowed..
Its that sort of statement, that really makes my head explode..
Leaves me with little hope, if times are changing their to slow..
Its bullshit..