Hip Hop Apocalypse

Formed by a million rhymes, Said this a billion times, Spitting my writtens,

Rhythm prison, for the billionth time, and I don't know how I ended up there.

But I fucked up, yeah that's right, I did swear.

Hip Hop Apocalypse, All rap scholarship, No people or puppets,

Just demons, no justice. All dullness, no substance in today's rap is infectious.

like fungus it's lifeless and bloodless, heaven's judgments,

Using the seventh cutlass, looks like rap 'cuz use a few adjustments.

So they added trap in and that shit, and waited for their money to grow

like it was magic, that's it, II began to fill with venom and rage,

I'll get you thrown away and killed back stage.