The Times Have Changed

The times have changed,

the reason why unexplained,

now niggas are slinging weed

instead of good old cocaine.

I can see some reasons why though,

I mean, you gotta get the dough,

and how the shit are you supposed to not die

when you're trying to hold off the heat

with a fuckin' TEC-9?

Anyway, now that gun is contraband,

doesn't mean it's extinct,

I've seen one on the driver seat of a shot up sedan.

I know that aint a typical gangsta car,

but now, you know, rappers got cash

don't have to acquire such trash,

ride with some class.

Speaking of ride,

hoes no longer ride a dick

just to get a few dollar quick,

less exposed,

you wonder why, but who knows

maybe the heard the words of Tupac,

to keep head up, legs closed, eyes open,

shit on those words and maybe you need to receive a cap.

Because the times aren't the same,

and that's a shame,

because now we got bitches actin' like

the death of Biggie is no biggie,

now they look up to Nicki,

fucking pricks

they got to be thick

but that stupid shit still sticks.

 

Said bye six four,

hello police at the door.

Real thugs are fading out the picture,

now I think why try,

once you're gone, there's no button to retry,

now raps are less than mediocre.

They're bullshit,

lines cheesier than slapstick,

Nicki needs a kick,

Drake is dick

Lil Wayne, you're not so fucking slick,

Kayne West is just a dick,

Kim just wants the dick,

this scene makes me sick.

 

In this day and age,

It's not about lyrical mass,

sadly, thanks to kids,

it's about the size of your as

and whether or not you got a Facebook page.

Raps about thug life, they're history

now it's about cars, money, whores,

and I'll diss them shitty songs viciously,

not a sweat to me,

that's just how it oughta be,

because we

as a species

can't stand passive aggressive to this shit, it's offensive.

These newcomers wanna shit on what rap was about,

they think they're they shit because they're a high school dropout,

I hear you say "Wait, wasn't B.I.G?"

Yeah, but you see,

he was actually from the ghetto, and although today's rappers wanna claim it

who, out of them was, nobody,

I guarantee with certainty that they just lie and live expensively.

But can we touch them, hell no,

they're gonna laugh us off

go back to their perfume and tobacco

but they tend to forget I'm an untamed lyrical tornado

I see you, I'll spit at you,

this grudge won't just be dead tomorrow.

And I know there's still good rappers out there,

DMX, Logic, and so on,

but they just get overlooked, tossed aside

like a cheap tampon.

That's fucking pissing me off,

and instead of the mainstream bitches having real beef with them,

they'd rather face real niggas in a bake-off.

 

Said bye six four,

hello police at the door.

Real thugs are fading out the picture,

now I think why try,

once you're gone, there's no button to retry,

now raps are less than mediocre.

They're bullshit,

lines cheesier than slapstick,

Nicki needs a kick,

Drake is dick

Lil Wayne, you're not so fucking slick,

Kayne West is just a dick,

Kim wants the dick,

this scene makes me sick.

 

I'm done on this track,

RIP to Biggie, Easy E, Tupac,

I know if you were alive today

you'd agree these fakers need a smack.

And I'm not even on your levels,

you were real thug devils,

but I'm just paying respects

because you purified the once mighty rap industry

and yet, now, it's one step away from a train wreck.