BackPackers assoc
..Inspired an Dedicated
..to all you Mainstream artists an Wannabee's

Drownin in Mainstream-Over Honest Expression Beat

While u wishin for bitches and cars envisioned as stars/
We be spittin it hard with no recognition of our/
Striving to carve a path to the light masters of mics/
Who don't sell out and start blingin it after a night/
U bastards are trite.. I'm not against those makin money/
i'm against u fakin dummies who project this hatred from me/
Making some beats but got lyrics wit no meaning/
The world has asked the question ur supposed to spit tha reasons/
Hip hop's wrists are bleeding each time yall speak rhymes/
Cuz all i see is sorry playas sayin ya weak lines/
Reach minds forget about grabbing for asses/
None of you emcees move on without having a passage/
Rappin for cash is superficial like plastic surgery/
Quit ur first degree murder of speach u herb mcs/
Further the topics of verses be utter trash/
Better raise up cuz yall muthafuckas goin under fast/

( 2x hook)
plain schemes fake dreams to attain green/
better hope shit floats ur drowning in mainstream/



Eaither cash or praise/
Your raps are played, the caskets laid for you basterd gays/
Seek for reasons maimed, i spit from the heart and veins/
Barrels spark the brains of imbicile artists toppin charts for names/
Skill or personality...bills or originality...ya will is actually-
Measured by a open mind- i cope in rhymes/
in hopes i'll climb but still broke wit dimes,
Hangin from ropes and chimes, i stand in mainstream wit broken spines/
Fans cheer greatly- while bands fear to face me/
Thoughts in steel casings release the pain im embrace'ing/
Faces hit pavement, im jus a seed of enslavement,
Creatin a new breed of cavemen that could build a foundation/
The complex get burdend with- a touch'd gift thas perminent/
I respect who deserves it- while most claim hiphop but have yet to learn it/..

(2x hook)
plain schemes fake dreams to attain green/
better hope shit floats ur drowning in mainstream/



Fakin mcs are struck our bars in spars crush/
We smash u "actors" down leavin nothing but "star dust"/
It's hard enuff to reign unlike this senseless pondscum/
We only have rich lifestyles coppin expensive condoms/
Not that we don't want some, we just never sell out/
Our lyrics on stage r real while urs are just well mouthed/
Yall just yell about rings n hos; just bring ya flows/
Hiphop's not bout what's in the bank but in tha prose/
My scripture grows while u recycle and remix/
When a cat spits original someone idle repeats it/
I can't believe this hype bout whips n flashy gear/
All u emcees put out is just some trash to hear/
Half ur peers r blind to the idea of true skills/
Hip hop used to have dope mcs there r only a few still/
Producers kill.. some cats just doing what ya asked/
But still u better raise up cuz ur going under fast/

(hook till fade)
plain schemes fake dreams to attain green/
better hope shit floats ur drowning in mainstream/

..Thank You..

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