System Down

I could die from these flow vibrations,

And you know I never lie, needing no citations,

Show my golden patience, slowly stroll on old fixture,

Try to stop what I'm concocting, take a toll on my mixture,

 

Rappers sound the same, fuck bitches, get money,

I'm all in it for the laughs, fuck riches, get funny,

Fuck snitches getting runny noses after they lose,

I'm not alarmed by all the noise, I'm always switchin' to snooze,

 

They're selling liquor and booze, endorsing killing and crime,

I'm feeling sick of all these low posers appealing sublime,

They're reeling in most ever rebel with a gun to their head,

Drinking Red Bull when they talk of drinking poison instead,

 

I'm not annoyed at those who make creative moves in the game,

This argument is mainly poised when rappers dampen their flame,

Odd Future ain't a reason to be killing the mood,

For every rapper eating cleaner verbals like herbal food,

 

Stick to a preference, no definition, change up your lines,

I don't need to see the greed and weed well-breeded like wine,

It's fine time I align myself with something discreet,

Because until the menu changes, I'm too empty to eat.