You used to be respected, and now you're not.
Used to wait for months until an album dropped.
Quality's gone down with the amount of hot artists I used to be surrounded by.
Sound has stopped being beautiful and musical.
Now it's slop.
Grub for pigs to feed off out of trough.
Is your lyrical prowess lost?
Used to be the whole package, now no one cares about you at all.
Listen, I hate complaining about the game, cause everyone's doing the same and saying
how much of it has changed.
All I'm saying is, it ain't dead, but it's not far.
We just need to put a little effort into our bars.
Let's start hearing some sickness, cause you're a retard if you think Soulja Boy's lyrically
gifted, literally dipshits.
I fear that we'll witness hip -hop's murder, and I'll just sit here and just miss it, cause
Our brains get smaller as technology expands.
We make things more simple, people follow the demands.
If you've never bought a record, I ain't calling you a fan.
Buy the CD, cause download quality's a sham.
I know a few guys that only listen for beats, and most of them don't notice the intricacies,
the specificness that went into these songs.
Giving each sound the perfect room the instrument needs, and if I'm giving you beats, you better
give me at least 110%, or else quickly retreat.
What I'm selling is an image, and my image is key, and if I produce shitty music, that's
reflected on me.
I want to be respected when I'm rested in peace, with a clear conscience, not a regret
to be seen.
Hip -hop's hard speed in the steadiest roam, it'll never be done, but still to everyone,
it feels like this is the end.
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