I remember a time when hip hop was kind of different//
A time when eyes lied on the culture more than the bussiness//
A time when rhymes mattered it was survival of the fittest//
But times have changed for better and worse, I'm a witness//
Fake thugs swear their weapons is heard with they sentences slurred//
Rappers be lazy, I give it a hundred and ten percent in my words//
Instead of the nerds babblin' restin' their head on the curbs//
Why not better ya girds and get all your past repentances heard//
Thought yall was ill, but you must've went from sick to health//
Call outs got you duckin' like yall just split with stealth//
I aint the best even if I live to spit with wealth//
I say I'm the best, but even the best contradict themself//
Smooth, jewel flossin' dudes get more props than those that spit the best//
While they spend more money on icy teeth than Winterfresh//
One of the best changes though would have to be the Internet//
Unknown artists can upload audios to finally win respect//
And get recognized, if you're lucky a label will want ya record signed//
Some of the best have tried, who knows you could be the next in line//
Ignorant fans praise wack emcees, I can't stand the sight//
They not even classified as dickriders no more, they parasites//
I can't blame them, they can't get into the real lyricist's head//
Nobody listens to music anymore, they just hear it instead//
Beats are what make songs hot lately, but can take ten minutes to make//
Artists spend days to write verses and then tracks are skipped in disgrace//
It's a slap in the face to the poetic people that take the time//
To make a rhyme whether it's complex story tellin' or an aerospace design//
Let fate decide, everyone runnin' around tryin' to get papers signed//
Don't got their priorities straight, here's another debate of mine//
Turn on the TV and see the same videos like clones created in laboratorys//
Same song concepts, just different beats, it's wack and boring//
All these rappers wanna sing and dance about having parties//
And then they're treated as kings with crowns and platinum markings//
There used to be more social messages in songs back in the day//
Artists lackin' the taste which keeps them stackin' their change//
They lack substance while I try to touch on different subjects//
But even if I got a budget there's a good chance I'll amount to nothin'//
But hey, fuck it, these artists put out garbage and people love it//
So who am I to judge these millionares and what they're becomin'//
But my pride won't stain flowing through my lines of veins//
Times have changed but rhymes remain to be blindly changed//
I'll stick by my name whether through decline or gain//
Times will change, while people will still die for fame//

this took me about 6 minutes.....a little too damn long ...peep it though...
...peace