~sound of footsteps~
~answering machine beep~

Voice: Yo mute! What's this bullshit you've been rappin' about lately? You fall asleep on the keyboard or somethin' ? Man, invent a character, tell a story, call somebody out. Do somethin'. ~beep~

Why can't you do Jay-z numbers rhyming like Common Sense
Image sells more than talent so I ask what kind of world is this
It reminds me of that quote in that movie “the American president”

Andrew Shepherd: People don't drink the sand because they're thirsty. They drink the sand because they don't know the difference.”

The industry is choking on mass- produced sand
Engineered by image consultants with marketing plans
But how can you market the experience of the ghetto
To people who grew up on beaches and sunny meadows

I’m not a human, I’m just an alien guessin’
But I thought rap was supposed to be expression
So why can’t I rap about my middle class confessions
Why must I rap about gats and smith and wessons

Just to get cash ass and or popularity
Why do records sell when you add profanity
Why do agnostics wear crosses, it’s fashionable blasphemy
At this point even Sigmund Freud couldn’t stop the insanity

Bitches bullets and bling, that’s all they play on the radio
Along with pussy paper and power bangin’ on the stereo
Murder murder death threats malt liquor and misogyny
Just to make a statement I’ll rap about cryptozoology

I’m a parody of the rap paradigm
I never dealt with bricks or dimes
Never smacked a bitch or owned a gun
~sound of a mic falling~
Man fuck this shit y’all ain’t listening I’m done